Draft
It's 3:15am and I can't help but think of you. We all went out tonight, Natalie and I danced, we laughed and we smiled. We filled the nights with beautiful moments. I've been having alot of beautiful moments lately - I shot a gun for the first time, Natalie and I cook dinner every night (I continually fail, but I am working on it!), I've set up countless photos in my room, and I read and reread The Big Bad Wolf and Me. It's amazing how the world continues to spin and life continues to tumult forward. But, I miss you. During my beautiful moments, I always think of you and I wonder what you're doing - hope that you are smiling too, wherever you are. Wonder if you are laughing, wonder if you dance too. I think of the amazing food you must be eating and the incredible people that you must be meeting. i believe you are on your way to Sweden now. I hope you know my heart is with you. It's there during all of your beautiful moments - every picture you take, every conversation you have.
I wonder if you think of me. I hope that you do and I hope that it makes you smile like I do when I see pictures of us together.
I'm looking at one now. We are at my mom's house in Long Beach in the backyard. we are both smiling, my body tucking into yours. Your hand rests on the small of my back. I miss that touch, your tenderness and warmth, but also how we wrestle and you throw me around.
I still love you. I'm not giving up on it. I'll continue to miss you, think of you. I'll continue to have beautiful moments in my life and just hope that once you return you want to be a part of those beautiful moments with me.
Seventeen days. It's only been seventeen days. Only six months to go... hopefully, I'll read words from you soon. But until then, I write to you, even if i never press "send."
I wonder if you think of me. I hope that you do and I hope that it makes you smile like I do when I see pictures of us together.
I'm looking at one now. We are at my mom's house in Long Beach in the backyard. we are both smiling, my body tucking into yours. Your hand rests on the small of my back. I miss that touch, your tenderness and warmth, but also how we wrestle and you throw me around.
I still love you. I'm not giving up on it. I'll continue to miss you, think of you. I'll continue to have beautiful moments in my life and just hope that once you return you want to be a part of those beautiful moments with me.
Seventeen days. It's only been seventeen days. Only six months to go... hopefully, I'll read words from you soon. But until then, I write to you, even if i never press "send."