I sit here and I wish for things:
I wish for the opportunity to get out into the world; for opportunities to slow down and savor the little things.
I wish for the regular flow of words to return to my brain; for the return of the ability to articulate what I’m feeling.
I wish for things like the moments of being curled against your side, head on your shoulder, hand on your chest; for the moments you melt into me.
I wish for such silly things as an emoticon that expresses the affection I have for you; for words to express the happiness I’ve found in brushing your mussed up hair off your forehead in the morning, in covering your mind in the most delicate kisses.