Hopes

I hope you found my little note.

I hope you like it.

I hope getting to it wasn't too frustrating.

I hope you know it means exactly what you think it means.

I hope it's ok that it took me nearly a year to finally give you a proper response to your “As you wish.”

I hope you saw me wave this morning, but I never quite know when I'll be visible in your rearview mirror, or if you even look.

I hope you know that even after I put my hand down, I always watch you driving until you're out of sight… wishing I could see you, too, and not just your car.

I hope you were able to get your chair.

I hope my bookshelves will look nice in your bedroom.

I hope you really have found my playlist and gave it a listen this morning. There are some real bangers on there now. Most of them are new to me, maybe they'll be new to you, too.

I hope I manage better words than “You are a possum living in the trashcan of my heart.”

I hope I'm going to get to see you sometime this week, even though I know I'll be seeing you Friday night. And Saturday. And Sunday. And Monday.

I hope we find another excuse to get together soon. Or make one. Or just… get together, regardless.

I hope you know that you are the most amazing, beautiful woman I have met in my entire life.

I hope you know that I'm looking at last week as a learning experience. I will do better. I promise.

I hope you find a solution to your sciatica issues.

I hope that, if you don't, I get to dust off some nearly 30-year-old massage skills to help you manage it soon.

I hope you know that that is completely altruistic. Promise. Ahem.

I hope you know that I love you.

I love you I love you I love you.

I hope you know…

I'm Yours.