And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Khalil Gibran

The simple lack of her is more to me than others’ presence.
Edward Thomas

Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire.
Francois de la Rouchefoucauld

Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.
William Shakespeare

Yes, I’m feeling lonely. A shroud of melancholy surrounds me. Pathetic, I know. It’s a sad state of affairs for The Stevo.

An absent wife, grey days and the rains, exhaustion, and boredom. The life of an expat often “Sucks balls” (Even Cartman can’t make me laugh).

I think I’ll spend the weekend listen to The Cure and eating French fries, or maybe poutine since I have 5 pounds of cheese in my fridge.

Ya, Valentine’s Day is over. I consider this post a very early effort for Chinese Valentine’s Day (Qi Xi, August 26, 2009). Mrs. Stevo is still in England. Lonely and morose, I was flipping through wedding photos. Not the expensive studio shots that cost a month’s salary, the images captured at the reception.

Strong rice alcohol/spirit make some men think they are Godzilla. This photo is a testament to Mrs. Stevo’s good nature. I should very well be single now. Yes, there are more images like this, I am ashamed to admit. I was told that I offered to buy lunch for everyone in the hotel dining room. I guess I was a generous Godzilla.

red Ravine had a great Valentine’s post, as did Baron Von Rochester, although the opposite end of the spectrum. They (and everyone else) are far more on the ball than I.

A post about Irish Whiskey, the next about a drunken groom. No, I don’t have a problem. Mornings are hard enough without having to deal with a hangover. I’m not the young lad I once was. There are no 12 step programs in my future, Ron.

For you my absent valentine. Wo ai ni. 5201314.