Normally I am the more outwardly impulsive and affectionate half of my relationship. I phone Z more often than he phones me and have been known to ring up briefly and frequently to express the surges of powerful fondness that I am known to feel*
(As in: Hello! It’s sunny/rainy/afternoony/two hours since I last called and this reminds me of the fact that I LOVE YOU! That’s right! I love you! Take it like a man mister!)
I am very vocal and immediate with my affection. (Within I am but a child, I tell you, a child!) I am prolific with hugs and kisses and I have a tendency to bounce around and clap my hands when I get properly excited. I am not affectionate all the time – but when there is love flowing inside me then it just gets everywhere. It leaks from my throat and my pores and erupts from my phone. At its core my love is immediate and spontaneous and utterly excitable, and I repeat it often.
On the other hand Z with his Venus in Capricorn is a more sedate and dignified and silent person. Not for him my fireworks of affection! I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he loves me deeply and powerfully but passionate declarations are not his style.
Having said all that, Z did something uncharacteristically romantic yesterday and I want to record it here for posterity:
Yesterday was one of the rare nights we spent in separate houses. I was exhausted after a long day at college and my intention of staying up to watch Medium predictably fell apart as soon as my bum touched the sofa and it was only the ringing of the phone that roused me.
Z: Awww, I’m sorry I woke you.
Z: I just wanted to hear your voice before I went to sleep
N: Gnuuuuh (<i>but one invested with warmth and affection</i>)
Z: Good night sweetheart
So I fell asleep with much happiness which lasted all the way until morning when my alarm informed it was time to get up and earn my daily bread.
Also, it is SUNNY! This is such an innovation that once my eyes adjusted to the light I haven’t been tempted to fall asleep (that’s right, not even ONCE) during the course of my working day.
* (well either that or throw mock insults at each other in a French accent. Whichever seems more entertaining; As far as I'm concerned you haven't lived if you have yet to address your partner as Vielle Mule!)