God, I need you. In every sense of the word too. Today was 10 long hours coming in and out of meetings with incompetent people that could’ve been emails. Why does everyone suddenly feel the need to schedule a meeting with the CEO anytime they have questions? I don’t know, I have a receptionist for a reason. Right now all I need is to take this annoyingly tight tie off, set down my briefcase, and have you curled into my side.

I took over my father’s business around 3 years ago, shortly after I met you. I still remember the day like it happened last week. You were studying in a cute cafe on the corner of a street (which I learned was close to the uni you had been attending) I offered to buy you coffee, and the rest is history. There’s no doubt I have thoughts about proposing, but everything is so hectic right now, realistically I know it’s always going to be that way - but I wanna wait for the right time.

I gradually pull into the driveway of my house - the one you practically live in but refuse to give up your apartment. I mean, almost all of your stuff is here.

My keys turn the lock from the front door, I push the door open, setting my briefcase down that feels like it weighs 200 pounds. The second I walk in I’m immediately comforted, the aroma of whatever it is you're cooking hits my nose before I can even register what it is. The tension in my shoulders loosens, and I spot you. Standing there behind the kitchen counter in all your glory, jeans hugging your curves in all the right places, and a blouse I’ve seen on you countless times - but I'll never get tired of it.

I come up from behind you, wrapping my arms around your waist before hiding my face in the crook of your neck. I exhale, letting the out the breath I’d been holding in all day, and just feel. “Hi, love” I mumbled against your soft skin, skipping the hello’s - you knew I needed this.