Train of thought

So, thinking about you once more. This time because I found a story about a relationship that did not go so well (don't ask). And was thinking again about how much I miss you and how wonderful you are. Don't smirk. This is where I am ALLOWED to be gushy. If you want space, then go do physics or something. This is where I can be sappy. VERY sappy. Deal with it. Now that we've gotten *that* out of the way, I can gush. It's really nice how supportive you are. And warm. And I admit to loving all the over-the-top romantic gestures you've done in the past. There the kind of thing that last a long time. At the same time, it's not the gesture that matters per-se. It's the thought and affection behind it. One of my favorite memories (aren't they all though?) is when we were at the beach last summer, when we were discussing how while I was fine with the depth of the ocean, I found the waves themselves rather terrifying. And so you picked me up and gently dunked me into the waves -- pulling me up before I fell into the waves. And the accent. You made me laugh so hard . . .