I don’t know what day it is, what is the point of counting anymore when you won’t be home when you promised? What is the point of counting when I can’t remember the feel of you hugging me? When I can’t remember what you smell like when it’s just us? When I can’t remember what it is like to be around someone who loves me the only way you can?
It doesn’t matter where, how hard, how long it is going to be to get to you because nothing will stop me from having you in my arms again and giving you the love you deserve, which is a lots and lots. The best things are the hardest to have and you are definitely the best of the best.