There he goes

I'm always sad to see you go.

But in a self-fixing way, it helps our relationship whenever you're away. It makes me treasure the times before you go, and relish in the short periods you're back. I am an endless reservoir of insecurities and this much I know — time apart will do every couple good.

But did they have to take 3 months?

Yesterday, I hugged you as you chattered on about nonsense with Adam.

You were talking about your sail and you looked so wonderfully excited. You grumbled my upcoming solo trip looked exciting, but you seemed so hyped to drop by Hong Kong for the last leg of your sail. You were so happy. I kept hugging you and breathing you in.

Adam walked in front of us and I whispered, 'Okay now he's in front, you may kiss me now!' and you laughed and carried me and told me how much you loved me for realizing you were putting up a stronger suit than usual in front of him.

I said if Adam wasn't here, I'd be crying in your arms. You lifted my face, with my very teary eyes, and adoringly went, 'But it's just a one-day sail baby.'

But any day you are not with me is a day gone by sadly. Maybe that's how I know I want to marry you, to move on with you, to take you and all your grossly unhygienic habits as my responsibilities to pick up after.

I once asked where would you first kiss me after your long sail.

You smiled and pointed to my forehead.

And so I spent the rest of tonight tiptoeing every single time you walked behind me, pushing my forehead to your face until you kissed me. You'd have the most amused smile each time you see me tiptoe. And I would be pleased only when I've gotten my way.

I love you so much.

Come home soon, sailor.