63 Days in the Void, and Finally...

holy crap. it's on. i've spent the last two months chronicling an emotional vigilance through the void of your absence. every day counted, every word poised to find you smiling, (most) every song chosen for the specific reason of making you feel special each and every day. (even the weird ones). the missing-you would have been almost unbearable if not for the therapy of these transmissions and your lovely voice over the phone. i don't know how they did it in the olden days. (still, judging by most movies, nobody ever got those letters or knew they were received. there's always some confusion; some missed connection....) anyway, people say these four little words daily to co-workers they can barely tolerate, but they rarely mean as much as they do right now. this entire blog has lead up to this point, and these words. you ready? babygirl,

i'll see you tomorrow

LRV, b