I love you. When I hear your name, my heart flutters. I found my kindergarten yearbook when I was cleaning my room the other day, and immediately sought out your little picture. As I was smiling at how frickin adorable you were, my mind briefly wondered if that’s what our kids will look like. I slammed the book shut, feeling crazy. But, when I’m with you, I feel like it’s just meant to be. Sometimes, I am almost certain you feel it, too. Like that little smile that appeared for a fleeting second when you were pretending to fall asleep on the couch beside me. And I know you feel like there are obstacles. Fuck the obstacles. In my heart, I know where we’ll be in 5 years.
I’ll see you, then.