My love, I know you’ve got a lot on your mind. I just want you to know that I’ve got it for you in a bad way. I just can’t stop daydreaming about you. I just sort of slip into these sweet, sometimes lusty thoughts about you. I can conjure your face, clear as day, onto the backs of my eyelids.

I know I have not blogged the past few nights, but only because I was talking to you in some capacity. This is the best reason not to blog. I love talking to you, Craig. You know this. I love talking to you like we talked last night. We had ourselves a little slumber party, albeit sans slumbering.

Will you consider doing something for me? Will you please call me anytime you wake in a panic and you’re alone? It makes me feel better knowing that you will. I sleep with my phone between my legs on vibrate, so you do not have to worry about waking anyone but me. You don’t even have to talk to me. You can just be quiet on the phone. I will tell you that it will be okay. I will just breathe with you.

I love you. I get to see you in 6.5 hours. It can’t come soon enough.