I’m here blogging instead of going to bed. I don’t want to face the thought of slipping underneath the covers without him there to hold me.

I ache to talk to him for longer than a few minutes here or there. I want to share the details of my day with him. We stay busy, and I have immersed myself in looking forward to the smallest things.

But I do still miss him. I still want his hand to hold. I still want his eyes to look into. I still want to fall into his hug at the end of the day.

I want to share the laughing with him. I want to cry on his shoulder.

I want him. Plain and simple.

I don’t want to have to wait another second longer. But I will. Because waiting is how I love him right now.