Meandering conversations...

I’ll be making my way through my day today on four hours of sleep. We had a date last night, and, in fairness to us, we did try to wrap things up an hour and a half earlier than we actually did. By the end of our video call, you were leaning on your hand, your eyes drifting closed every few seconds. It was rather adorable. There will come a day when we don’t feel as though we need to squeeze every second from the time we get to see one another, and very soon, I think. For now, though, as I’ve said many times before, I don’t mind losing a little sleep.

Whenever I look back upon our long stretches of conversation, it still amazes me a bit how varied the topics are that we move between in a given span. Last night, for instance, we talked about the practical sides of the upcoming trip and move, and tended to our respective emotions. But then we spent hours talking about things like dreams of past lives together, the strange, funny little coincidences about our lives prior to one another that seem less and less coincidental the more of them that pile up, the way we share responsibility well in our relationship, and deep questioning of internal beauty standards and the ways we evolve in our judgments of ourselves and others over time. We’re all over the place, but, somehow, it never feels jarring, just a natural, organic flow. Much like the rest of us, really. 

In three days time, you’ll be in my arms again, and we’ll not have to say goodnight to sleep. I can’t wait. I love you, my sweet girl, fiercely and dearly, and I’ll see you very soon.