During the credits of the film “You’ve Got Mail”, there’s a song that comes on where a guy is singing about how he is going to sit right down and write himself a love letter, ‘and pretend it’s from you.’ I’ve been thinking about it since then, and I’m going to do just that for myself. I don’t know who you are, exactly, but I believe you are out there somewhere, and, if we were together – meaning a pair, duo – now, you might send me this email/letter.
Just sending you a quick message.
First off, I love you.
Secondly, I miss you (Duh, of course I do.). And, though we are almost literally worlds apart, I am okay, because you love me and care about me and are with me.
Thirdly, I love you. Just so we’re clear. 😉 You have developed and changed so much these past few months, and I can hardly wait to get to know and to love all the new parts there are to you. (I’m being somewhat sappy, I know, but I get to do that every so often, right? Right.)
(Now to the body paragraph(s).)
I hope you had a great day today. We’re just getting started over here, and it’s a beautiful day. How is your breathing? Short, hot, and firey today, I presume, since it was a Monday. Hopefully, you’ve stretched them out to long, slow, and deep by bedtime – I want you resting well while you are able to sleep, you know? You’ve got to take care of yourself… keep your balance, now that you’re back standing again.
By the way, I think five minutes a day dedicated to your abdomen would get you the comfort you’re wanting for your beach-going. You could do two and a half minutes just before sleeping, and another two and a half just after you wake up in the mornings. That would give you a full five, and a significant improvement for that slightly-tubbier-than-usual belly of yours. (We’ll be a rockin’ bods pair when you’re back here and we head beachside.)
Loving you with the sun and moon, babe,