There are some days I wish you were here with me, sharing my life. The little things, the ins and outs of the day to day.

The are some days I wish you shared my bed with me, two bodies entranced with the intimacy of skin on skin.

There are some days I’m glad you’re not here, glad I’m alone. But not so many of those, really. Not so many.

Some days pass, most days I suppose, and I find you flitting through my mind frequently. Always there with me, whether you know it or not. I take comfort in your presence. Thank you.

There are some days when I can’t wait to talk to you, to tell you about the funny thing that happened, or cry about life’s heartaches together. Days when I just can’t wait to share the pieces of our time apart with each other.

There are some days I feel head over heels in love with you, and some days when it’s just the flutter of possibility. But the potential is always there, dancing in my belly.

There are some days I miss you like crazy. I just…do.

There are some days I feel tears spring to my eyes, thinking about you, about us. I am so happy with you. And I am so happy to make you happy.

There are some days I feel needy, but not so many of those, really. Some days you might feel needy too, and that’s ok. There won’t be so very many of those days. Not so many at all.

There are some days I feel such incredible joy. We’re each good on our own, but better together, both of us there to help and support each other. Not dependence, not co-dependence, but a healthy inter-dependence. What a gift.

There are some days I can feel your arms around me, your lips on mine. Those are good days.

There are some days, lots of them even, when I trust that you’ll show up in my life soon, happy to be here and fully engaged in relationship. Those are really good days.

And one day you will show up.
Open.
And ready.

I’m looking forward to that day.
I’m so ready for it.

I’m looking forward to meeting you.