Let this knock the air from your lungs.
I love you, darling.
I miss the sway of your hips, the flutter of your hands, the steady rise and fall of your breath.
You carry me through life and love.
We as an item are misunderstood.
We cannot be fathomed by those around us, because we look deeper into one another than the public eye cares to peer.
Do what you love, darling.
I miss you. I need you.