I know I have not been able to spend time with you this week, the week before or the one before that but I promise you things will change. I miss cuddling you, talking to you on my sleep and snoring on top of you. I guess you miss that too.
I hope that you will write me back. Just the thought that you sat down and put pen to paper will most certainly make my day. I know that inside that wooden framework of yours, there’s a soft spot so I will keep my hopes alive.
P.S. I have attached a picture for old time’s sake. Hang on there.