Baby, I want you in the early hours of the morning. Too wrap my legs and arms around you, pull your back into the softness of my belly and plant kisses on your temple so that you have a good start to your day.
I want to text in the odd minutes of the long work day just to say I love you. I want to come home to you and engulf you in a neverending embrace. Feel the press of your lips against my forehead, melting all my worries away.
But I sit here instead, constantly hoping you'll call me to come back, when I know it's over and there is no turning back. I wanted this to be a love letter, but it's just memories of a broken heart.