Every night.
I look at the pictures, reread the emails, texts… yeah. I don’t think that qualifies it at love (I have way better, other reasons for that), but it is like a warm hug. A smile. A soft kiss that leaves you breathless. It is about the connection, feeling close to that person when I can’t be.
I am so damn happy for each little reminder. In fact I keep sneaking peeks at my current favourite picture of us.