Fucking hell. I wear an (inconspicuous) Easter Lily myself, but I'd think twice about wearing it in your manor, Don. That's grim.
I'm sad at the prospect of further distance being added to what was already a long-distance, um,
concern. Though I know if things are meant to be, then this distance won't get in the way, and some day we'll look back upon it all and laugh. Or if it fizzles out, as these things can and do, at least we got to know each other in the deepest possible sense.
The most important thing though, is that the distance may be necessary to secure a future for the person of whom I'm thinking. That's what I must bear in mind, and if it means tolerating a cold bed for the price of a warmth beyond comprehension, then I can't truly be sad, can I?