Not much longer until I spend my nights next to the most beautiful woman in the world. Is it pathetic that it makes me excited to think that one day we will sleep everyday together, that we will unpack boxes of our lives to combine them into one flowing life, that we will make decisions based on "us" and not "I", that one day soon I will no longer be alone?
I woke this morning with the feeling that I spent the night holding her and it hurt me to get out of bed. I didn't want to leave her alone in the vast expanse of my bed, opening the possibility for her to become lost in my sheets.
Please, December, I beg of thee, come soon.
Nena
1 comment:
And most of those boxes will be filled with books.
I love you. i can't wait to hold you in my arms again!
Hm... i feel like there's a theme developing in the comments i leave.
Love~
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