Soft

Hey, baby.

Feeling a bit softer tonight — like your skin under my gentle fingertips… Oh, don’t get me wrong — the pilot light is always lit, for you. There isn’t ever a time it would take you more than a twist of the knob to get that furnace blazing. But right in this specific instant…

I just miss you, babe.

I’m having a good time — like I knew I would — but I can’t help thinking how much nicer it’d be if, at the end of the day, I got to go back to that suite with you. Maybe after you’d joined me for dinner, so I could introduce you to my friends…

Haven’t told them about you yet…

Well…

Unless you count me jabbering about how excited I am for this weekend. Or that concert we just planned.

But, I mean… if you’re out there telling your coworkers about me laughing at you…

Well. Anyhoo.

Love you, sweet thing.

Won’t be long now.

Yours.