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I am merely gazing at you. Infinite Love.

I planned a rebellion for the day but I am too happy to “see” you. Infinite  Smile, Infinite Love.

The redefined ‘I missed you’: every cubic inch of me missed the corresponding cubic inch of you. Infinite Love.

If you did not wait for me…I won’t apologize because I already said it once, and that should cover me for the rest of the year. (I am kidding, for the rest of the year I plan to be on-time).  Try to not wake up at 4-5 am, I will not be at home; we’ll

I love you. 

…that I’m late again. It’s the circadian folly. My body wants to follow yours. Infinite Love.

I wish I could tell you stories until morning but I have to go. We’ll “meet” at your 10-11 pm. Infinite Love.

I dreamed about you last night, but I couldn’t see you. I only remember feeling your presence. I’m scared of (night) dreaming because my significant dreams are often premonitions, and they’re usually not good. I have had them since I was a child. The first one was in 1977, the night before a major earthquake