my love, I miss you. I always miss you. We’ll be mid talking and I’ll still miss you. I hate not being able to talk to you all the time and I hate not knowing how to continue every conversation. I sincerely hope you like talking to me too because in complete honesty you’re my favorite person and I want nothing more than to be talking to you at all times.
my love I write these letters whenever I can’t get you off my mind, or when we aren’t talking at the moment and I don’t want to bother you. I think you think the same, and that’s why I start most of our conversations. Don’t take this wrongly, I truly love talking to you and I’m aware that you don’t mind listening to me talk.
my love, my aesthetic is talking to you everyday to the point where I feel incomplete every second our voices cease, getting no sleep because my head is spinning over how much I like you, you sending me silly “this could be us” and “you and me” pics you find on pinterest, and me yapping to you about whatever is on my mind