Open when you miss me
I hope it's a quiet night when you read this, because I want you to hear how much I miss you without anyone interrupting.
I miss your terrible singing in the car. I miss your hand on the back of my neck at red lights. I miss that you hum when you're thinking and don't notice. The apartment is too clean without you.
Eleven days left. I'm crossing them off on the fridge with a red marker, and the fridge looks like it's under siege.
Come home soon.
MAKE IT YOURS