Hi. Don't think I'll be seeing you this week, but I miss you like you wouldn't believe. I can see your office from my window and I'm wondering if you can see the fireworks too. Anyway, I've been thinking a lot as usual about you, about us, about the frail balance we seem to have found by seeing each other once a week and it always seems like it's almost enough and then I go home, and I just know that it's just not enough. It's the huge mental connection that we share for ... maybe 3 hours tops, then that's all we get until we meet again. We live our life together 3 hours at a time, once a week. If I ever had you next to me for more than those precious 3 hours, I don't know what I'd do or say. Seriously. I think if we ever went away together for a weekend, I would probably shoot myself when I got back - the connection that would've built up between us during that time will be strong enough to wipe me out completely.

God I love you so much it hurts to think about it.