Dearest,
It has not yet been a day since last I saw you, and already I miss you terribly, with a tearing, burning pain that feels as though my heart is stretched across the thousands of miles between us. We are connected still, even across a continent. I cannot let go of you, no matter how far. The deepest parts of my soul hold you, reminding me with every moment that my arms cannot.
Yesterday I made you spaghetti. You finally let me cook for you, and I savored watching your beautiful face even as you savored the flavors of the sauce. You were in my sight; I could reach out and touch you – you were tangible and it was a wonderful break from virtual video communication. Tonight I’m cold despite the muggy heat outside; you’re not in my bed…it is just me and my dog here alone.
I cannot lie, as much as I would like to hide how I feel…the butterflies in my stomach give me away. They dance and giggle at the mere thought of you. But when you are not with me, those butterflies turn violent; they karate chop my guts and the color drains out of my world.
I long for sleep, so that I might dream of you, and I dread the morning without you. Someday, I will hold you without having to let you go. Until then, I send all my love your way.
Always,
Yours