I hope you slept well. I had a bunch of weird dreams and none of them had you in them. I wish you were here, waking up beside me. I wish we could be together now. I know why we can’t. Honestly, the reasons in favor of waiting a year are good ones. It’s been almost two months now and so I’m one sixth of the way there already. Looking back it seems like no time. I just have to stay the course. Right now it feels like we’re in the ending of The Secretary. The part where he makes her wait there at the desk in her wedding dress for him to return. A holding pattern. An extremely weird and somehow incredibly sexy holding pattern.
I forgot what I was going to say next. My thoughts tend to wander in that direction too often for me to be very productive at all. Oh right. I write to you every day, sometimes multiple times a day because this is the only way I can reach out to you. I want you to know my thoughts. I want you to have full access to the recesses of my mind and this seems like the best route. So this is me, the contents of my heart and my mind laid bare for everyone to see. I will wait for you.