Meow! 😻

From email Oct 24, 2021, 2:10 AM PT

     “Good morning,” he wrote into the email message body, sounding out the words in his mind. “How did you sleep? I dreamt of you again last night.”

      He hadn’t lied. She was his every waking thought, so it wouldn’t be a stretch to think he should dream of her as well. He was actually being conservative while saying he’d dreamt of her, when in fact he hadn’t slept yet that night. He’d been up late most nights, missing her, for as long as he could remember. He could only presume she’d see his message in the morning and wonder why it was sent so late, but also had an annoying doubt it might go into the spam folder and never be seen.

      “In case you didn’t know,” he continued, “I’m crazy about you. You had my heart a long long time ago.”

     With that, he suddenly pictured a silly cartoon cat standing awkwardly drenched in a puddle. It was a flashback to a lifetime ago. Although he wasn’t much of a cat person, he’d always cherished this memory. He hadn’t understood it at the time, but through years of heartache and suffering, he’d learned to understand and treasure every little memory left of her. Loving her so much finally put into perspective what it felt to be smitten like a kitten. His love for her was beyond smiting.

     “I miss you so much. Be a good mommy,” he continued, only noticing that the time was now past 2 AM. “I love you so much!”

     Even though she’d probably heard him say it a billion times before, he always wanted to remind her that he loved her. He wanted to be extra certain she knew. Better to have loved and lost, than to be the stupid silent asshole, he’d always reassured himself. Just in case tomorrow never comes? And even if tomorrow came, it wasn’t enough to simply know. He wanted her to be spoiled and showered with love and affection, and for her days and nights to be filled with gummy bears and butterflies. And Skittles. Reese’s, too.