This journey we are on gets harder everyday. I'm loving you more with every hour that passes. But missing you, grows stronger by the seconds. I'm not sure I could explain having you a phone call away and still the longing to have you beside me, holding my hand, able to hear my whispers. I imagine it's like the dry earth awaiting the rain. Or the beautiful flowers waiting for the winter to be over and the warmth of the sun to bring forth the bloom. Or like the preteen waiting on the drivers liscense. The anticipation and hunger grows stronger every day. Until the day, you walk in and greet me with a much needed kiss and hug. The day I can hold your hand forever. The day I don't stand on my porch with my hand waving until the next time. The lifetime we have ahead helps me to keep on and enduring the loneliness of the between times. My mind wanders wanting to see the distant dreams of our cabin, together our home. The times of the hard days passed. The days I no longer I have to whisper I love you. The day our hands can be intertwined forever. The day our secret is out. Our love can overflow. The day I wake up next to you and hold you a lot longer than I should. The day our adventure begins to take us to far away places only to return to our home.