Baby, I love the talks, when you tell me your stories, when I tell you mine.
When you explain to me and tell me what I should have done.

It seems to me such a great surreal dream to be with you every day.
Unknown feelings explored and nutured into something deeper than what I thought I had or could have. Bliss is just a word, unable to fully describe what I feel.
I ache at your absence and look forward so much to your return. Drive safe my love.


Could she daily feel a stab of hunger at the absence of her pressence?
And Nourishment at the very sight of her?
I know so.