Tears stream down my cheek. Not because I’m sad. Because waiting has become unbearable.
I crave you in the smallest ways. To take your face in my hands. To feel your lips with mine. To hear your breathing even out as you fall asleep. To know your morning routine and to hear you call my name across a room.
I don’t need grand romance or a life of adventure, though I know you’ll give me both of those. I just need your hand in mine when it’s hard. I need to feel it firm and hard. To know that you’re real. That will be enough.
Because as unbearable as it becomes, waiting for you is the best thing I’ve ever done.