I’m writing because I want to remember what tonight felt like. Tonight, after having dinner and a movie with my family in celebration of Mother’s Day, all I could think about was how I wish I could come home to you: your support after an obligatory family occasion, your arms, your eyes, and your love. There was nothing I craved more than for me to open the doors to my apartment and find you on the couch, in the kitchen, or lying in bed.
As the dates of your visit near, my longing for you seems to have risen to a whole new level. I am craving your love, your voice, your admiration/ adoration for me, and your body. It was a kind of hunger that I don’t think could be satisfied. I am so sure of us that carrying on this long-distance relationship for the next two years seem like an effortless task. Nothing is going to shake us, nothing will break us, and nothing will change how I feel as long as I remember what I felt tonight.
Where's My Dime? 