I miss you too much. And there’s a perfect spot for you in my bed. And you’re worth giving up half my drawers and space. I would love to wake up to that face every day and have you fall asleep in my arms. And have you squeeze me tighter when I have to get up for work. And I would love to walk our son when it’s freezing out and you can’t make yourself get out of bed. And I would love to make you breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed and treat you like the princess that you are. And I would love to hold hands walking through the city at night. And dance with you in Central Park and huddle together when it snows and both of our noses are red. I would love to bring you hot chocolate when you’re whining that you can’t get warm and I would love to surprise you with flowers when I get off of work. I would love to try a hot dog from every cart in New York City and find hole in the wall bars with “cheap” drinks. I would love to find restaurants and places that we can call “ours” and where I can take you on dates where we dress too fancy for the booths we’re sitting in. So hurry home to me, baby. Because your home is with me and I would love to share it with you.