As I write on here, you come to mind. How's work going? Did you have your lunch? It feels silly to wonder.
 
But the importance of a person will always come with check-ins and things you never expect.
 
Maybe you accidentally left a gate open at your job and you're concerned about it all day, or you get injured and have to call me at 4:30 in the morning that shoots me out of bed and makes me nauseous until you come back.
 
You always do come back, and I always get to take care of you. Three months, and it's everything I look forward to.
 
Whether it's some grand adventure in another part of our city, in another city or state entirely, or we simply sit at home playing separate games while enjoying each other's presence.
 
It's all a joy within its own. I adore every second.
 
I dream of us somewhere faraway, in a cozy place I'm unfamiliar with but am meant to know like the back of my hand. Sometimes we're inside finding new songs to share, and others show us enjoying a never-ending fruit platter.
 
I think we'll make it to that place together one day. I believe in you, in us.