I've just come home, to our home, alone. After drinking, but not drunk. God freaking damn do I love you. I love how every time I look at my phone you're there. So perfect and beautiful and special. I wish you were here right now for squeezing and kissing. I hope I tell you enough times that you are so wonderful. I hope I tell you enough that you believe it. I know you are mine, but I still feel the need to ask you to be mine over and over again. Come home and get into bed. I miss you dearly, and love you immensely.
Yours Truly
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