A love letter, in daisies
Three months. Two airports. One you.
Long distance for now. This is for you, for every day I can't wake up next to you.
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We're far apart on the map for now, but only half an hour out of sync. We've met in person twice, and I've replayed both visits more times than I'll admit.
This is for you, Ann. Somewhere to keep every moment we've made so far, and all the daisies for the days I can't be there.
The first hello
You gave me the first bouquet I've ever gotten. I didn't know how to react.
I'll never forget the first time I saw you. There at the airport, flowers in your hands, the first bouquet anyone has ever given me. I genuinely didn't know how to react. Thank you, baby.
Then came the best five days of my life. Waking up with you next to me, spending every second of the day together. I loved the simple things the most: walking, eating, napping with you.
And teasing you until you got all flustered and hit me, playfully. I wish you could feel even a fraction of the cuteness aggression you give me. All the places we went, all the food we ate, all the things we bought, I'll cherish every bit of it forever.
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A whole day in that little apartment, with nowhere we had to be. You fell asleep on my chest and I didn't move for an hour.
We cooked together and spent the whole day wrapped up in each other. Easily one of the best days of my life. I'd live it on repeat if I could.
It wasn't under ideal circumstances, but just being next to you was more than enough for me.
I taught you badminton, and your little jumps of joy every time you got something right warmed me up from the inside. It's the most wholesome thing I've felt. I think I finally get why people like teaching.
And having my little assistant chef handle all the small things so I could get the cooking done. Our chemistry in the kitchen is second to none.
Right now
Mostly, right now, I just miss you.
Ann, the funny thing about being apart is how often you still show up in my normal day. I cook something and want you here to taste it. I see something stupid and save it to show you later. I reach over at night out of habit.
None of the distance changes how I feel. You're the first person I want to tell everything to and the last thing on my mind before I fall asleep. I can't wait to be next to you again and tease you until you go red. Until then, here it is in writing: it's you, and it's going to keep being you.
always yours
…loves me
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