squishy, my squishy.
i miss you already. i haven't even packed for my trip to orlando and i'm already sad you're not coming. yes, i'm very, very, very excited to be going on a family vacation, but you're my family, too, and in light of recent circumstances, i just want to be near you.
you told me i looked pretty this morning. i don't think you know how far that will carry me. i'll probably feel pretty into next week. it was so unexpected, and made me smile because i was wondering why i felt so self-conscious with the way you were looking at me this morning. and i wanted to stay home, so bad. just to hang out with you for an extra half hour, or however long it took you to get ready.
i know i say it all the time, but i really can't wait until you're done with flying, and we can take some time off and just enjoy each other. i can't wait to move into our next home together, and start the next chapter of our lives.
i know everyone thinks i'm obsessed with you. or "sprung". and maybe i am. maybe i want to be. maybe it's because you really are my bestest friend and i want to spend every moment i can with you because i just want to. because you make me laugh, you make me think and you get me. even when i don't get myself.
just know this, squish-face: when i get back from orlando, we are so planning our own vacation. i don't care if we just go to a bed & breakfast nearby, i want to make new memories with you. that's all i ask.
love you.
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