I am in tears. (Seriously weeping as I write this.)
Rest in peace, Montserrat Caballé.
The two Caballé concerts I attended in the 1980s are cherished and lifelong memories. Grazie Mille!
His name has popped up in my blog several times recently. He has his own tag as well.
And his photo has appeared once.
So let’s make it official.
His name is Yufei. He’s mine, and I am his.
This man makes me happy and content. My hearts spills over with joy when I think of him. He is all that I’ve ever wanted.
That we live on the same continent is a boon. That we are nearly 1000 miles apart most days is a burden to be borne.
We next see each other in person in Chicago, two weeks hence.
One knows this is serious: I was in Vienna and missing him so much that I started writing haiku and limericks about him. Then I got to explain what these two forms were, and how they worked.