I must admit I am tired. I am so so so tired. Not just without sleep, though that too, but tired of dating. I put on this front for my dates and have what seems like a good time, but it feels so forced and I’m not really excited by it.
I will admit Tinder is not the best way to go about anything and every time I go on one of these dates I leave thinking these guys are weak, a quality I find extremely unattractive.
I wish I could meet you tomorrow, feel those butterflies in my stomach and that tingle in my finger tips. I want to fall head first into your arms.
Patience is not my virtue (as I’m sure you know), but I know you’ll be more than worth the wait. Until the day we finally meet, I will be loving you.
Sleep tight my handsome,
All my love,