When you come home I want to wrap my arms around you and tell you that in the 7 months you’ve been gone I’ve realized I love you. When you come home I want to tell you I want to spend forever with you. When you come home I want to spend every waking moment by your side, and the sleeping ones too.
I love that scar on your belly, and I love that smirk you give me. I love how your arms are soft, with hard muscle trapped beneath. I love how you let me explore.
I just love you.
Now if I could only figure out how to tell you.