Your kind, gentle patience is just one more reason I can't get enough of you. As I've said before, inch by inch, this is a really tough battle for me. I'm not patient. I never sleep the night before trips because I'm too excited. I pack just to repack and I make countdowns for exciting events. I was never meant for this kind of a relationship. But the thing that I hold on to is the sight of you at the airport coming home, because no matter what happens, I will be standing there with tears in my eyes and arms wide open to welcome you home.

I am ridiculously, utterly, madly in love with you. You are just right enough and just weird enough for me.