I’m paring down to about three posts a week on my blog. I expect sooner or later you’ll grow tired of my company, so cutting back for the summer just made sense. It also made me wonder. Absence and fondness became cliched so long ago, I doubt anyone remembers who first coined the phrase. If you know, tell me!
I gave the whole concept some thought. If you love someone and see your loved one less, I think you may feel tantalized with the thought of being together soon, but your love grows for other reasons. Shared hopes in letters, calls, exchange of pictures…it all deepens fondness. But not absence.
Mostly I think it’s true when we talk about things like meatballs. Every so often we visit a new Italian restaurant where I don’t have a “usual” item I love on the menu. The scent of meatballs wafts through the door as I enter, and shazaaaam!!! I have to order meatballs! It’s only when the plate sits before me with fork in hand that I remember. I don’t really like meatballs. Nope. Not at all. So did absence make my heart grow fonder? No, it created an illusion of fondness totally devoid of reality.
When I disappear from sight three days a week this summer, I hope you still love me. I don’t expect you to go all ga-ga when I write, but I do love your comments. Everyone loves to be heard, even when those we most want to hear us abide across the great chasm no man bridges. Absent but not forgotten, loving nonetheless.