Finally a morning to myself.

I love you, I love you, I love you. Seriously. I miss texting you, I miss IMing you, I miss calling you... but dear, I'll find a way to call. I'll get a calling card soon enough. They're expensive here, as is everything else, but it's fine. Anything for you.

I hope your happy there. I hope your presentation went well. I hope you don't miss me as much as I missed you in Africa, I hope that you're feeling better, I hope that you're luggage comes back to you... I hope a lot of things. But baby, I'm going to see you so soon now. So fucking soon. And I could NOT be more excited.

I love you, always and forever.

PS: Listening to These are the nights makes me swoon in a completely guilty way.