To My Dearest Hubby

I was thinking about us today and smiling like a fool. I miss our favorite routine — doing absolutely nothing and somehow making it the best time ever. Sleeping in way too long, pretending we’re going to wake up early but never actually doing it.

I totally understand that the distance between us is just a silly number and that it is just a temporary thing. I don’t even want you to drop everything and materialize beside me - but part of me wishes you could. It is probably very selfish of me to wish for something like that, and I feel silly for doing so. But there is this teeny-tiny part of me that wants to able to celebrate ‘The Day Of Love‘ with you.

So what if we couldn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day together? It doesn’t define our relationship, does it? And it isn’t the end of time, either! There’ll be many more Valentine’s Days to be celebrated with you, and everything will be alright. Besides, we don’t need a Valentine’s Day to tell each other how much we mean to each other.

I miss cooking with you, tasting everything 10 times before it’s done, and acting like you’re on a cooking show. Then sitting down and eating like you just created a five-star masterpiece. And of course, our ramen dates… because somehow noodles taste better when I’m sitting across from you.

I even miss our little arguments — yes, even those. The dramatic faces, the “I’m right” energy, and then five minutes later we’re laughing again. It’s kind of our thing. We love hard, we feel big, and we always find our way back to each other.

You’re my favorite person to sleep next to, hike with, cook with, eat with, and annoy forever. Life just feels softer, warmer, and more fun when it’s us.