You.

I feel like it's been months since I last felt the warmth of your body and the security from your hugs.
We've been on our own schedules and own mentalities the past few weeks, and occasionally we may have our outbursts of battles.
But I go to bed, not afraid, I go to bed knowing that you love me just as much as I love you, knowing that as you rest your head on your pillow you hope and pray to God that you dream about me, just as I hope and pray to God that He would fill my dreams with visions of us together. Those are always the sweetest of dreams.
I go to bed knowing that petty little fights and your physical absence will never stray my feelings for you.

You have been my best friend, and the one who's been strongest for and with me.
Life issues have been hording me left and right, and sometimes I wonder when God will make things easier on me, but you reassure me and constantly remind me that my life is good.

I don't know what else to say except that I simply love you.
No other words seem to suffice, and the most appropriate thing to say is: I love you.

Is this too mushy? Perhaps.
But after all that we've been through, I think there is plenty of room for mushy.

Almost nine months, and definitely counting.


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