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Sunday was busy – for my phone.

07:15 AM Dirk: Hi, are you ok? How is it going there? I love you.

10:00 AM Dirk: Haven’t heard from you but talked to Di, she says you still there. Can I come around? Love you.

12:30 PM Dirk: I am so sorry about everything; can you call when you get a chance please? I have to go back tonight but I would like to see you or at least talk before I go. Please, I am so sorry. I do love you. Please can I come to you?

02:35 PM Dirk: Are you getting my messages? Please can we talk before I go? Or can I see you? My flight is at 9. It’s the latest one I can get and I will only be back on Friday afternoon. Just let me know that you are ok. Xxx

11:40 PM Dirk: Just landed. Hope you sleep well. Love you x

Also four missed calls just before his flight left at nine. Three voicemails. I ignored them all. I’ve been hiding in here the whole day. Di comes to check on me, bringing food I can’t bring myself to eat. I knew he would talk to Di and Lily again, and they would tell him to just wait. Usually I would reply to Dirk the instant the messages arrived. Usually he’d only be replying to my messages. Usually he’d say that messages are for basic information only, not for chat; chat could always wait until we saw each other. Voicemails? You had to be kidding. Now his messages have love and kisses in them.

I did nothing. Another day, I’d have killed for them.