Back home – finished jobs. Wish I was with you even if only for 5 minutes so I could see your smile, hear your voice and hug you. Thinking lots and deeply about how you make me feel – all good things – a bit emotional at times but only because you mean so much. And that is a very good thing.

In my head it is (in part) a good thing that I ache so much when away from you because that tells me that it is a real thing. The need to write to you is almost compulsive but it is the release (however imperfect) for the tsunami of deep affection and love I have for you. And that tells me that this is a real thing too – and there are many other examples of the same too – but all reinforcing that “us” is a very very special thing to me.

And all because of how lovely you are.

I love you.