When my beloved and I are apart, and we are apart more often then we are together, we keep in touch by texting each other. On a typical day, each of us sends between ten and twenty mobile-phone text-messages to the other, often of the simplest but hardly trivial kind: “I love you.” It is different today, though. She will spend half a day in the air, where she can neither receive nor send messages by phone. Although bereft of the daily sustenance, I am not so constrained. Not in the least. And thus I keep texting her as usual. Although my messages are a bit longer and a bit more involved then when she is on the ground, I share with her everything I am doing. For instance, I just let her know that I made a salad from the three potatoes and two onions that were left over from her last visit. They were meant for a soup we would eat together, but they would go limp before her next visit. Soon I will let her know what I am reading and writing. And I will let her know who I will be sitting with this evening at Klaudio’s. Without fail, my last message will be of the simplest but definitely not trivial kind: “I love you.” I can only imagine her embarrassment when she lands and her mobile-phone starts beeping like crazy. It will take her a while to get through all my missives. But a barrage of messages will surely be waiting for me as soon as I wake up tomorrow morning. Forever texting, both of us will dread her flight back at the end of the week.