I’ve missed you. It’s been months. But the wait is finally over. We’ll be reunited. I couldn’t believe it when you called.
I fondly remember the first time we met.
Nervously checking each other out. Slowly conversing, the most basic small talk. But it got deeper over time. I can pour my heart out to you. It took me years to find you. You’re perfect. Mediocre just ain’t going to cut it anymore. I need you.
I did it with my wife once. But it wasn’t the same.
Cutting myself was no solution either. It never is. You’re the reason I kept coming back. I did it with my wife once. But it wasn’t the same. We have a special bond, you and me. A unique love affair.
The first time you ran your hands through my hair… oh, what a beginning. It resulted in something magic. A new me, so to speak. Each time since then, you just knew what I needed. I didn’t have to say much. You just knew.
I miss the new(ish) me
Now, we haven’t been together for so long. I miss the new(ish) me. I can’t go on without you any longer. It’s time.
A hellish pandemic has kept us apart. It’s slowly fading. I’m so happy that you’re still there. Others weren’t so lucky. This outbreak of science-fiction-esque proportions has been hard on many of us.
I’ll be enjoying every second of our next meeting, I can assure you this much. I hope you’ll be relishing the time as well.
I’m a little nervous though. Is it going to be the same? Do you still get me?
I bet we’ve both changed a little during these difficult times. But we’ll make the best of it, won’t we? We have all the time left in the world. Knock on wood.
I will see you soon!