Thirty-eight

Monday, February 07, 2011

11:05 PM

My dearest Popol,

It's my first night away from Manila this year, my first night in which I know you aren't a short drive away, the first of many nights over the next few weeks during which I will miss you, and without the comfort of knowing I could see you the following day over lunch, or that you would be spending the night in a couple of days. I'm not looking forward to the next 15 days, in fact I am positively dreading it, and I will be counting the days until I see you again. I hate being far from you, hate not being able to see you for long periods of time. I can't wait to come home to see you. I'll hug you so tight I'll probably knock the breath out of you...i miss you, already, baby. And I know you miss me too. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, but it also quite increases desperation!

I love you, sweetheart, and until the 24th,

I remain,

Yours.