There are times when my chest and lungs and heart are so full of love and longing and song lyrics that it feels hard to breathe or function or live.
It is in these precious moments that I most need a hug, a kiss, or a cuddle session.
Long distance is my current enemy, at the top of my hit list, my cosmic opposite.
I am in love with you.
Those sweet nothings the broken hearted always hate on are under rated. No, we are not simply in love with the sweet words said, but they are a salve on a tired heart after a long day; they are the water at the end of a dessert. They are not nothings, as they are often called, but rather the small pieces of glue that hold this precarious relationship between two imperfects together. I am forever grateful for the sweet nothings whispered in my ear every night, even if it is over the phone and he is there and I am here.