I can’t wait to wake up to morning kisses, hugs from behind only a few hours after seeing each other. I’m so excited to roll over in my sleep and to crash into you with my arms and legs pulling you in. I can’t wait to drink coffee together only moments before having to leave with kisses pressed to smiles to go to work, knowing I’ll see you when I come home. I’m looking forward to sitting in the kitchen floor eating bad take out food, laughing over glasses of wine and the things that felt so stressful during the day. I can’t wait to banter over you sneaking to read my writing before I’ve shown you. I’m so excited to look at the tickle fights, the touches that aren’t sexual but just slight touches of comfort. I can’t wait to stay up watching tv shows and movies, and getting obsessed over small things together. I can’t wait to take pictures of you in your purest forms, to hang around the house. I can’t wait to get a puppy together, to make plans together, to travel together and to simply love together. I am so damn excited to find you and to learn all about you, and to love the things about yourself that are hard to love just as much as the things about you that are so easy to love. I am so excited for you, but I’m even more excited for me. It’s going to be such an honor to love you. I can’t wait for you to love me.