My love,
It's a sleepy friday. It's the kind of day that I imagine being unable to pull myself from your side in bed. One of those days when we'd call in sick and just lay in bed kissing and holding each other. Saying as much with the way we look at each other as we do with our words. Twisting around each other adjusting pillows and blankets for a better view of one of your innumerable pieces of beauty. Smelling your hair on the pillow when you leave the room. Laughing a lot and loudly. One of those days that can only be described as "together." I hope I don't have to wait too long to have those days. Days where the only thing our feet touch are each other's feet. Where the only voice I hear is yours. I'm not sure if it's a lot to wish for, or a small wish. I know it's what i'm wishing for.
Yours Truly
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