For staying up as late as you did.
I kniw this hard work will pay off in the long run, hell, even in the short run as I’ll be heading back to you early today.
My intention was to write you a long blog about my feelings when you arrived Sunday, but I’m semi delirious. I have my documents in order and a very brief explanation planned. Just need to stay awake. I have lots of coffee to help in that cause.
You know I felt how much you missed me when you hugged me on the street. A few times in the last couple of days you’ve grabbed my hand and it’s a real grab, hard to explain the difference, or maybe it’s just a better appreciation for the connection.
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