I now count my days according to when I will see you next. I go through hours looking forward to when I can talk to you again. And seconds, seconds feel longer when I’m waiting for you to wake up in the morning, wondering what your dreaming of behind your hazel eyes.
I know I just saw you, but it’s hard not to miss you when you’ve left marks in my room, when my bed reminds me of what we did, of how my sheets got tangled.
Making love never just meant you and me in a bed together. You made love to me while holding my hands, while looking into my eyes. And breathed it in. I breathed it all in.
I love you.