More and more often, I wonder what you’re thinking about. Or how you feel. How do you feel? When I get anxious and already miss you before having to go to Missouri for five days, do you feel the same? Are you worried about me — about us?
I feel like that’s something we’re purposely not verbalizing. Maybe it’s all in my head. Either way, let me make this clear to you: I am Yours. There is nothing more I need to say than that.
Ugh, please put tissues in your pocket for when you say goodbye to me at the terminal. You know how I can get. I’ll be wishing you were with me for every moment that I’m gone. I can’t wait to Skype it like the old days, though, haha. That’ll be lovely :D
Yours, Yours, Yours,