I miss Rob. I started tearing up while wishing him goodnight over the phone. After we hung up, I re-listened to all the saved voicemail messages he's left on my cell. They made me miss him more, but they also made me smile. I know it's only been ten days, but it feels like I haven't seen him in ages. By the time he visits on Saturday evening, it will have been nearly two weeks. (Since I stay at his family's house most weekends, we usually don't have to go more than four days apart.) And it's not just the great sex I've missed, either. You'd think that after this long, I'd be thinking of jumping him the second he walks through the door. But (while I am looking forward to all that, don't get me wrong) the thing I want most when I see him next is simply to wrap my arms around him and hold on tight as he does the same. I want to cuddle! Rob is the best hugger I know. (Though, I suppose even if he weren't, he'd still be the person I most want to hug, which is in a way even more wonderful.) I want to be able to look into his eyes, reach out and run my fingers through his thick dark hair and hear how much he's missed me and feel the tip of his nose brushing mine. And his lips. To lay my head against his chest and hear his heartbeat, feel his voice reverberate through me when he speaks.
In light of how badly I want him to be here, it's funny that a week ago, I was thinking of calling it quits. Needless to say, I'm glad I didn't. Right now, I'd be realizing what a mistake I'd made instead of looking forward to the next time I get to see him. I'm going to sleep so much better when he's next to me every night.
Now, if only Saturday would get here...!!!
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