What Keeps Me Smiling

Why is it that every time I pick up a pen now I find that all I have to say is I love you? I sit here in front of my computer listening to music and trying to write something, anything and all I can think to type is I love you. It all comes back to that. Never been so happy as I am now that I’m with you. I’m currently in my room by myself, I’m lonely, I miss you, my ankle hurts, my fish recently died and my mom is mad at me and somehow I can still be happy because you are there. Even now when I feel like I have been cleaved in two and my other half ripped away from me violently… I’m happy. The thought of your smile, of the hug you’ll have waiting for me and the welcome home kiss that has always been and will always be just for me. It makes me happy. It makes me smile. It makes me hopeful. Random glimpses of our happy future swirl in my head. Our one year anniversary, first night back at school, that first weekend on campus after a long break, summers together, our first apartment together, our graduation from college, our wedding day, our first days of work, our first house, our first baby, and years and years more spent growing old in each other’s arms; together forever. I can’t ask for more.