Twenty

Thursday, January 20, 2011

10:30 PM

My dearest Popol,

I'm on sick leave today. I woke up really late and now am just sitting/lying on my sofa trying not to let my head hurt too much. That doesn't make sense, does it? How can you control your head aching?

I remember your texts telling and reminding me to drink my medicines. But, um, I wasn't able to buy any, hehe, sorry. I just wished you were here, so I can be treated to your loving ministrations. Wow, my headache is getting to me, I'm using words I'm not sure I understand, hehe.

Knowing your coming here tonight is helping get me through the day. With that to look forward to, I feel certain I can pretty much get through anything. I can't wait to be in your arms tonight. I love you, sweetheart. And I remain,

Yours.