I was going to say something about how distance helps a relationship stay honest. But the truth is I know we are both learning a lot from this, and it’s just the way things are going to be for a while. I know you’re worth every bit of it. But I can’t say every part of my soul doesn’t long for the time when I see you every day, fall asleep to your heartbeat, taste your lips every morning. I can’t wait to make you breakfast, sing with you in the car, come home to you after work every day.
In about a week I will see you for the first time in six months. I just want to hold you again. I want you to put your head on my chest and draw strength from me. I want to run my fingers softly through your hair and kiss you with feather touch. I don’t give a shit any more what your parents think, or if it bothers them to see us kiss. I don’t care if they know you mean the world to me. I will marry you one day, and they can kiss my fine white ass if they have a problem with that.
I love you. That means forever, no matter who tries to stop us, no matter how hard or how easy it is to be together, no matter how far or close you are or how much sacrifice it takes to be your rock. I will always be yours.
