The moment
light peeks through my eyes
as I rise in the morning
it's you that I first think about.

My heart races
in that transition
from slumber to awake
for I know you were with me in my dreams
and that you'll be in my mind throughout my day.

My day goes by
with thoughts such as
"How is she?
Is she having a good or bad day?
Who is she with and is she tired or hungry or sleepy?"
And sometimes, I try not to ask myself but...
"Is she thinking about me as well?"

Days are passing by,
time lost
daydreaming about how that
first meeting
of eyes (and heart beats)
will be like
after months away from each other.
Minutes are spent
imagining my coming days
with you
finally beside me.

I cannot wait.

You are always thought about, always loved Anne. :)

Yours always,
Mims

Just a few more days
Until I can feel your warm hug again;
Where I can hold you close
until our chests feel each other's heart beats.

Just a few more days
until I can hold your soft little hands again.
Fingers locked, palms touching...
With occasional kisses at the back of your hand.

Just a few more days
until I can look into your eyes again.
And tell you how I feel,
how I feel for you
with hopes that you would not look away.

Just a few more days.

I am counting down, Anne. I cannot wait until I can see you, be with you again. All days will be only for you. :)

You are always loved. :)

Yours and only yours,
Mims

Dear Anne,

I was below than below my empty yesterday. Crying for almost 12hrs straight was something I never though I could handle - but did since I knew my heart was trying to be strong for itself, for you and for us. I may have lost it a couple of times, being out of hand calling and sending you text messages but it patiently waited and stilled itself.

Yes, it was as if a candle was burning its last drop of wax. Or a light flickering, just waiting until the fuse gives up on it. But it still shines. It still radiates light, warmth... And love. And my heart was willing to consume itself just to have fuel again and burn endlessly and more passionately than ever before.

I am just here. Just like how I can neglect sleep just to catch a glimpse of you or talk to you again.

You are always loved, Anne. Always.

Days are starting to become shorter... My heart yearns to be with you already. :)

Yours and only yours,
Mims

I've seen us at our best.
We've been through what I know is our worst.

We've seen the best of each other,
and got hurt by the worst of each of us.

Yet after this all,
I am still in love. :)
Even more than ever.

And I know that from hereon,
there have been lessons learned
which we can use
to deepen our connection more.

It's beautiful, waking up everyday with this realization.

You are always loved, Anne.

Always here,
Your Mims

Dear Anne,

My heart has been very... well, I can't find the proper word for it. It has been waking up in the wee hours of the morning, forcing some tears in my eyes. It tries to stop the pain when it feels that you're with someone else but it just can't handle it sometimes. It hurts, it aches... But it endures. I found myself crying so hard right now, for helplessness of being here, when I know you need someone to be with you during your stressful times at work. I was planning on sending you a message in Skype, saying that I'd stay with you while you work even just through messages or a video call... But you weren't there. And someone else was there. It pains me to know that out there, someone has the power to just go to you or see you or be with you... While here, I have to wait weeks, days and even months just to find the time to be with you again. The world has been giving me tons of reasons to be mad, to grow anger in my heart... But it fails. Yes, I am in tears. Yes, I am hurting. But this heart continues to love. For its love, is stronger than any emotion the universe is trying to elicit in me.

It loves, it remains courageous, it holds on to faith. And so much hope.

You are always loved, Anne.

I am just here. Always. Waiting, loving you.

Your Mims

Dear Anne,

It has been a really good morning for me. I was able to wake up early despite yesterday's long day, went through my morning habit of running to our training studio and nailing our workout for the day (with a smile) plus a peaceful walk to downtown and rewarding myself with some good breakfast and coffee. It was a good morning, with the wind blowing swiftly, just like how it was in one of our favorite destinations up north (where you wear shorts and tank tops and everyone's bundled up :P).

It was a good morning. I guess it was because of being able to catch a glimpse of you before I slept. Or because you were my last thought before sleep, and the first as I woke up. Or maybe both.

A good morning, indeed.

But it could have been more beautiful sharing it with you. :)

Just a few more days, I am counting down.

You are always loved, Anne.

Yours always,

Mims

Beep beep beep* The alarm rings at 6:30am.

But I have been up since 5.

There are two types of tears.

One - salty, that rolls down your cheeks.
Another - crimson, that trickles on your skin.

One says you felt too much, the other yearns to feel more.