Early Saturday morning, 9th of June 2012, the birds woke me up. This happens almost every morning, at 4AM. I am really starting to hate birds. I tried my hardest to fall back to sleep. I could not do so. I tossed. I turned. I placed his pillow over my head. Nothing. My brain was on full blast. So, I wrote this.
Everyday I anxiously await the mail carrier to greet the box. Like the saying goes, he loves me, he loves me not. Everyday that I do receive a letter, I know he loves me. The days I do not, I think, he loves me not. Though I know the latter not to be true, my heart yearns for a letter. He is busy, to busy to write everyday. He is under very strict rules and has a Sergeant with a black heart. When the mail carrier does place a letter in the box, my heart is warm and my eyes fill up with emotion. It has already been 4 weeks. 4 more and I will see him. Upon seeing him, I will hold him close and whisper "I love you" . I will cry happy tears, he will not. He will be far to happy and courageous to cry. For now, I miss his laugh. I miss his extensive vocabulary. I miss our late night talks that often result me giggling at funny things I say. I miss his scent. I miss his heartbeat. He is my dream man. And I know I am his dream girl. Only 4 weeks until I will no longer miss him. 4 more weeks until I see his smile. The one that melts my heart. 
Here's looking at you kid.