Sweetness

As my trip to Malta draws near it's end I'm beginning to feel the ache to remain here. I could say with honesty that I have been accepted here. Even though the people I've met besides Mark tend to default to Maltese, I've actually started to feel at home, more so than I did in Alex's house in all the four and a half years I was with him.

The kindness and hospitality that has been shown to me seem to be akin to the kind that Mark, himself, shows me (though of course they are not exactly the same). I know I will miss it here very much when I return to the UK, and though I wholeheartedly plan to visit again, I'm not sure when that will be. This, more than anything else pains me somewhat, because I know that it probably won't be before next January at the very earliest.

Of course, the absence that Mark and I will spend from each other will not be that long, there are already rough plans for his next visit to the UK floating about, and the Internet will enable us to keep in major contact every day. Still, I can't help thinking that some of the new-found sweetness will vanish from my life when I board that plane. In the past two months I have spent thirty-two days in Mark's constant company, and have grown accustomed to having him around, to be able to touch him and hold him and speak to him with more than just words; the majority of that will vanish when we are parted.

Still, in my time here we've shared a lot of incredible days and nights together, memories like these will fade slowly.

On a much lighter note, in the past three hours Mark and I have shared three various sweet desserts (as way of lunch): Bacio cake, Almond Chocolate Fudge cake, and Lemon mousse, not to mention the two sorbets (lemon and orange) we devoured in a small cafe in Valetta. The temperature outside hit thirty-eight degrees this afternoon, but the air conditioning in the cafe was godlike, and we spent a lovely lunchtime just eating sweet deliciousness and talking. This of all memories will linger, just as the taste of the lemon mousse lingers on my tongue.

As much as I shall miss Malta, and my dear Mark, I will also be glad to be back in the, currently drenched, UK. I miss the green, the feel of rain, the sounds and smells and the fresh breezes. I doubt I shall ever again complain that it's too hot there. I also, of course, miss my darling Hayley, and look forward to next Thursday when she shall again adorn my house with her exquisite presence.

This may well be the last post I write while on the sunny isle of Malta.

Enjoy the sweetness my dear readers.