You are a reckless drunk dial at 2AM, an uninhibited declaration of love catalyzed by years of emotional drought. My soul, a swooned monsoon, blissfully swells over your flawless geography, from coast to cactus, as I etch your beauty into memory. The future is becoming clearer but it’s a future without you physically present and trust me, it’s a bit daunting and exciting all at once. I constantly remind myself that we were separated for seven years, so I think we’ll manage just fine.
From my birth city to the bay, you are home, and nothing’s gonna change my love for you, you oughta know by now how much I love you…wait.
But man…I’ll miss you terribly.