Two Weeks
It's exactly two weeks from today that I get to see the love of my life again.
Two weeks.
I hadn't even realized it was so close until he called me today and told me. I've been so wrapped up in writing and dayjob and planning and everything else that I hadn't counted the days. Fourteen. Two weeks.
I can't wait.
The last thing I wrote in my paper journal (before yesterday, that is) was how much I missed him, how much I just wanted to hold him and talk with him and kiss him and just be together. I still have that same feeling now. It's only grown stronger.
Sometimes, at night, I'll be laying in bed and actually ache to wrap my arms around him. When we sleep together in the same bed, we often spoon--me behind him, my arm draped across him as I nuzzle into him. It's my absolute favorite way to sleep and I miss it so much when we're apart. We seem to fit perfectly in that position. <3
*daydreams of our times together*
Two weeks.
I hadn't even realized it was so close until he called me today and told me. I've been so wrapped up in writing and dayjob and planning and everything else that I hadn't counted the days. Fourteen. Two weeks.
I can't wait.
The last thing I wrote in my paper journal (before yesterday, that is) was how much I missed him, how much I just wanted to hold him and talk with him and kiss him and just be together. I still have that same feeling now. It's only grown stronger.
Sometimes, at night, I'll be laying in bed and actually ache to wrap my arms around him. When we sleep together in the same bed, we often spoon--me behind him, my arm draped across him as I nuzzle into him. It's my absolute favorite way to sleep and I miss it so much when we're apart. We seem to fit perfectly in that position. <3
*daydreams of our times together*