You ask me if I miss you when you call.

You ask me if I think about you often.

The answer is no, I don't think about you often.

I think about you all the damn time.

When I wake up in the morning, before I'm fully aware of my surroundings I roll over and expect to find you there.  When my hand reaches out to find nothing but cold sheet and emptiness, my heat sinks to my stonach and I want to cry.

You're there when I'm drinking coffee and reading the paper.  You're there when I shower, when I dress, when I brush my teeth.

You're there when I clean the house, when I do the laundry.  You're there when I walk the dog or shop for food.  You're there when I drive, when I'm at work, when I'm meditating.

You there for everything I do.  Everything.  There isn't a single moment of my day when you're not in my mind somehow or someway.

I look forward to going to sleep at night...because when I dream, I can be with you.  I can touch you, I can kiss you, I can feel your presence.  My dreams know no boundaries of time or distance; in them I can be anywhere....and I always choose to be with you.

You say that I have no idea how much you love me.  I think that I do.  Because I think that what I'm feeling for you is what you're feeling for me.

Always, Graich. 

Always.