Can you fucking believe it?..  There are clear moments in my prescription-filled stupor when I just think of you… Your face, your skin, your smell, your breasts, your lady bits, your eyes, your kiss, your embrace…  You are my wife and my life.  I died a little every day without you, and with 11 sleeps left, life is being breathed back into me.  Excitement, hope, love, lust, all of it.  I really look forward to spending time with you, truly.  XO