with heart shaped bruises.

today’s one of those days.

and I’m sitting here in your boxer. It’s wonderful, yes. I love it. It smells like you.

But it’s not you. :(

I just wish you could be with me right now. There’s nothing I want more than for you to be in this bed beside me, and to hold me in your arms until I fall asleep with my head on your chest. I want to be able to hear your heart beating.

I just wish you were here.

I have to keep championing myself, saying, “I can do this. We can do this.”

I really believe we can. <3

It’s just that being so very far from where you are, on these long nights, feels like the biggest form of pain I’ll ever know. Not being able to touch you when all I want is to kiss your lips, your fingertips, your nose, your eyebrows, to hold you in my arms.

We’re half way there baby.

I know it seems like forever, but I promise it will be worth it. I love you. :-*