this morning #1332.

this morning, i folded up the note he’d left me & placed it back in the nightstand drawer. tucked it under a pile of papers until tomorrow. he was right when he said it’d be a nice reminder of how he really feels. i’m not saying it’s been easy while he’s been away but i’m trying. the note helps. he has a hell of a way with words. succinct sentences that paint perfect pictures. detailed descriptions of body parts i didn’t even realize i had. moments between us that i’d totally forgotten about until he brought them back into focus. he creates these phrases that make me smile so darn hard that i’m afraid i might cry. for the most part, i’m a lucky gal. most of the time, he’s a really great guy.