I find myself longing for you this morning.
It isn’t physical. Well, not just physical. I’d make love to you in a heartbeat. But what I long for is your essence. The sound of your voice – and what you have to say. The feel of your skin – all of it. The softness of your hair – all of it. Your smell and taste – all of it. Your intelligence – all of it.
The reason it isn’t physical is because there’s nothing I can do alone that either simulates or replaces what I long for. I need your presence.
It’s a good thing that I have a lot to do. Activities are a good distraction. But I’m counting the days.
You’re sleeping now. I hope I’m alive in your dreams.