It’s always perfection lying in your arms,
At the beginning of each of our trips, I say to myself I get these many days, hours, minutes, and seconds
Greedily, of course, longing for wishing for and wanting more
Now my brain is in overdrive of the pirouettes of words of all the magic and memories
The flight traveling is always ugh; it seems to drag on for what appears to be days
Once my feet hit the ground
Family and love surrounded days and nights,
There were monkeys and doombas, a tiny elephant perhaps disguised as a buffalo, mountains, and so much more
Breathtaking views
Exploration: who could ask for anything more
Naturally, I will respond it’s me who can and will ask for more every step of the way
Back in the world, your days are my nights, my nights are your days, and it seems we have hopped on the roller coaster again.
The only thing that ever seems to make perfect sense is belonging in each other’s arms
Hand in hand
Soft, delicious kisses when you wake me from my sleep
Mr. Umair, my love, I ache for you in every single way
Leaving you in the airport was agony
I had already cried rivers, not wanting to leave you again
Scared to turn around, what would I do? Cry more?
Would it stop me in my tracks??
Listen up, for anyone who ever cared to listen
I have lived a life entirely (mostly) on American soil
I never knew any other way
But when the man who holds your heart is something like 8,000 freakishly annoying miles away
What do you do?
What can you do?
Wait for the moments that are yours together
I have a few bona fide words for any asshat who ever endured time away from the person they love
You can bona fide give it a try!
With love, always Mrs. Umair
these words as so many of them are coming directly to you from mushmellon central xoxo
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