Home.

I dream of you.

I hold onto you.

I hope...

And I craft.

With my imagination.

Sharing and making stories with you.

Dancing with you.

Loving you.

Making you laugh.

Crying with you.

Doing it all. With you.

It isn't time.

To see you.

I don't believe I've met you, yet.

My Sunshine...

I promise.

Our story is going to be one for the ages.

I see you.

In my mind.

In my heart.

Through my soul.

I wonder about you.

Where you are and what you are doing.

I know you.

But I don't get to see you.

Just not yet.

I'm shrouded in hesitation, in confusion, in loss.

But I know you are out there.

And I will hold you someday.

Feel our heartbeats line up.

Look into your eyes.

And know that every thing that hurt, every thing that healed, every thing that broke, every thing that was built...

Had it's purpose.

Had it's reason.

Had it's place.

I sing to you.

As you fall to sleep in my arms.

Your hair drifting across your face.

Every beat still in sync.

As we fall to sleep.

And rest.

Yours faithfully,

Sam.

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