Dear Soulmate

What incredible possibilities await us!  
All this exciting opportunity offering genuine connection with so many positive, caring people in a welcoming and nurturing environment. The amazing internet sits upon the pinnacle of achievement for our species. Sadly, a small minority prefer to squander all that stupendous potential for their own misguided and dubious reasons.  
They are best ignored. I promised myself never to feed them and because you're my soulmate I know you won't either.
 
Another stormy night cuddling pillows. You're a raincheck for my famous home cooked super Sunday roast with vino so I guess I'll reheat yours on Monday and have to finish the bottle(s) myself.
I'd like to keep it warm for you, but Jack Frost was out nipping the buds again, no wonder your side of the bed feels colder than the moon.
 
You missed a wonderful breezy and invigorating walk along the cliffs in dreamy sunshine and a green woodpecker pecking at the pear tree on the lawn.
Just in time for Valentine's Day, I spotted boxed engagement rings now available in TwoPoundland for a quid! Could it be the thought not counting very much?
 
If the wind drops tomorrow I'm thinking about topping a couple of leggy conifers before the birds start nesting. A quick blast with the chainsaw should do it, but maybe it's a bit risky without your foot on the ladder. Don't fancy a week in A&E without you to hold my hand and visit.
 
After a total overdose of sport on TV I've the notion that if I managed to find you through this wonderful website it wouldn't bother me one iota if I never watched another game of anything ever again.  
 
Funny how the sea offers poor comfort when you're beachcombing on a grey sunless day without finding a thing, but thinking of you makes me smile. And some good news Penelope Cruz and Audrey Hepburn both blanked me in the dream I had last night, so tonight I'll only be dreaming of you.
 
The tiny wren with an eye on me eating my porridge this morning couldn't keep still for a second. Reminded me how precious our time is. Better not waste it.
 
Dusk and a strange stillness under heavy skies, not a bird, a squirrel or a wisp of wind to shatter it. Everything battened down, garden ready for storm Eunice. The only sound from frogs in the pond, advertising for mates, even though they can already feel the force that's moving relentlessly our way.
 
Today we might have spent all day snuggling up together by the fire and I could have bored you with stories of sailing through storms, how the waves turn ghostly white, how the wind can make you drunker than a slug and how there's a special peace in understanding the sea doesn't care if you live or die. But you probably know all that anyway, so for now I'll just say: every storm has an end and please stay safe wherever you are.
 
Fortunate this a.m. to watch a large grey seal bobbing near the rocks at high tide. Seemed a bit camera shy, maybe Eunice kept him awake and he didn't get time to shave but then again neither did I.