Soon in Love Letters

I’m in your city, less than 20 minutes away. The last 12 hours will be harder than the last 12 days. My magnified insecurities are trumped by the need to see you. I’m tired but I can’t tell if it’s working and traveling or nervousness. Sitting in the living room, it’s still hard to believe you’ll be walking through that door tomorrow. Something changes tomorrow. I don’t think we get to walk away from this belated meeting the same as we were going into it. How can I experience that level of caring, acceptance, and appreciation wrapped in a body that couldn’t be better designed for me to lust after more than I already do and be the same. I guess we’ll find out, very soon.