You are my love, the love of my life.

Hubby, I miss you.

And I don't know why whenever I miss you, I have Love Of My Life by Jim Brickman on repeat. Maybe and just maybe, it is because it reminds me of you. So much of you.

It doesn't hurt when I miss you. It hurts when I don't miss you. Odd, isn't it? I have the suspicion that there is something mildly wrong with me. Hah hah, wtf. Whatever. I love you, Baby. :)

My love for you goes deeper than the depths of the ocean. Almost there, wtf. Hah hah. :P A little spontaneity wouldn't hurt, would it? Teehee.