I can't focus, focus, focus at all. I diligently finished all my work today; but that doesn't make his plane arrive quicker. It's always the same. It's always so incredibly joyous in that moment of reunion, though I occasionally envy the continuous, routine physical coexistence in others. I'll have that one day, I know. It's why I don't take his presence for granted...and the reason I never will. Really, the yes came when I looked at him and saw all the ways I'd be happy not just now, but for the rest of my life. And it doesn't fade with the miles; it's still as bright and blinding as that first time.