Time is flying by. Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into nights, nights into weeks and weeks into months.
Through it all I am holding my breath and I'm still here alone.Being by myself I have a lot of time to think about things, to watch the world around me go on. My life is on hold as I wait for the love of my life, my other half, my world to come home from prison.
Is it a bad thing to love him so much? I think about him constantly, he's always the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing before I go to sleep. I often wonder if he thinks about me as much. In my heart I know he does but it's hard since he's not here with me.
He calls me every morning, throughout the day and before he goes to bed and it warms my soul.
I am patiently waiting for him to come home but as time passes it gets harder and harder to believe he'll be here with me.
I miss everything about him, his scent, the warmth of his body, the strength of his arms when he holds me, the softness of his kiss and the sound of his voice.
I am excited for his homecoming and what our future together has in store for us.
Donnie I love you more than my heart can hold, always and forever!
