Love

I've written and erased half a dozen letters tonight, talking about seeing you tomorrow… talking about seeing you two weeks ago… talking about how ridiculously high my watch said my heart rate was while pretending to listen to the German teacher talk about how they run their classroom… I, for one, learned nothing about eighth grade that night.

But the truth is, all I really want to say tonight is that I love you.

And that I've been looking forward to this weekend for months. Have been dreamin' of it, just as you said you've been doing.

Goodnight, my love. I'll see you tomorrow. And the next day. And the next.

With more love than I even know what to do with,
Yours.