May 30, 2020 (day 612)

Good morning, love.

Let me start with a song lyric: Wise men say only fools rush in but I can't help falling in love with you. And I guess now you could say I'm a little less smart because I can't help falling in love with you. You'll be receiving this letter exactly a month after I have written it. Today we did some role playing in our conversation and I finally managed to work up some confidence to send you the poem I made. Honestly, I wish I wrote more poems but the words don't flow as easily as writing paragraphs.

Why couldn't I have been stuck with you? I miss your arms, the way they hold me and make me feel safe, content, in a state of bliss. I miss your legs that wrap around my body, even when it bothers me because they're too warm for my liking and even when I'd rather be the one clinging on to you. I miss your hair, when I run my hands through it and I could see you secretly enjoy even when you try to deny it. I miss you smile, that pierces my heart, it makes me forget there was every anything wrong in the world. I miss your lips, and how it would never fail to make me feel loved when it comes in contact with my hands, my forehead, my cheeks, my own mouth, my neck and everywhere else. I miss your face because even if I keep a million pictures of you, nothing will ever be as good as you right in front of me. I miss your warmth because I know my body temperature is to absurd. I miss your eyes, where I would see the genuine adoration, the way I could feel them spark when you stare at me and how they never fail to see how pretty you say I am. I miss your voice, telling me that you love me, comforting me, complimenting me. I miss everything about you.

I'm incredibly sleepy so I should really head to bed. I'll try to write more next time. I love you.

So lovesick, your sweet.