I'm in Maine. It's cold and foggy and I don't get cell phone service very well. I like being with my family; relaxing, thinking. I'd much rather be with you though. I miss the heat that I've spent a majority of the summer complaining about. I want to go back to this time last week, and make you hide away in my suitcase so you'd be here with me. I want you to see all this. It's beautiful. But I miss you more then you ever know. I hear it raining, but maybe the sound is just in my mind. I am the goddess of weather, you know. I change it to my emotions. Today fits. I can't wait to come home. You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. Really. No paid model could ever compete with you. I want to hold you again. It feels like it's been years. Not good. I'm lonely. My grandma's lipstick greased kisses are nothing to yours. And it's cold. I need you to warm me up. You don't even have to be physically close to me to do that. I have 8 more days of this, until I can see you again. I can't wait.
I mean, this is nice.
But you're nicer.
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