Thinking of you

Sometimes, Sweets, the feeling of missing you comes at me like a freight train.

I wish I could stop thinking about that first day when I was calling out your name in despair, because it makes me weep for you as if it were that day all over again.

I go to sleep at peace, thinking of you watching over me. I wake up in agony and anxiety, thinking of you gone. Why can't I wake up the same way I go to sleep? I pray that day will come.

Every night, and several times throughout the day, I pray specifically that certain messages can be sent to you. I wonder if you get them. I hope that you have a more direct way of seeing and hearing me. That would mean that my prayers were answered. Actually, knowing that you could still see and hear me would mean that my prayers were answered.

I wish I were where you are. Will you wait for me? Please wait for me. Then, we can decide where to go once we're together again.

I love you.

Please let me feel that you're watching over me. And let that carry me through the day in peace and comfort.

I love you, Dearest One, and I always will!

PS: tonight, I saw a plane passing in and out of the clouds above me. At first I thought it was a flash of lightning, and then the aircraft emerged for several seconds before moving into another patch of clouds where only a faint glow marked its path until it appeared again. It kept up like this for a long time. What a beautiful sight. I hope you can see it too, from a different vantage point. And I wish we were there together.