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I think about you at night.

I think about our children.

The house we have and our dog.

I think about the jokes we make

And the serious conversations we have about most things.

I think about the woman I will be.

The man you would be.

I dream about our perfect life.

Somewhere in the world it is 5am

But I write to you at four.

I'm listening to the birds that have woken up as I have trouble falling asleep.

I think about you a lot.

About us.

About the things we've done and the time we've spent.

But I still don't know everything about you,

And it makes me love you more.

I think about the things you've said and the things you've done.

To me.

I struggle still with the feeling that it will crumble.

I think about our future.

I think about our past.

But I am here in the present thinking about you.

And the time we'll spend.

Together.