I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. There’s that all too familiar longing and strange nervousness. I call it butterflies. The butterflies come to a crescendo right before I see you and always dissolve soon after I’m with you. I’m then back to basking in our togetherness. Our togetherness zaps them away.

I loved our long conversation this morning. It was like you were with me and I like that. Once again, I find myself missing you.

I will shower you with kisses. How many you asked this morning? Well I never count them my dear but I can also never get enough so it’s countless when I’m kissing you and endless longing for them when I’m not.

See you tomorrow my love.