The number of days until I see your face and hear your voice. It will be a long four months since we have been in the same space with one another but I can imagine that not much has changed. I keep on re-imagining what it will be like when you pick me up from the airport. Will I run to you when I see you in the distance and hug you with my whole heart? Will you like it if I hug you? Will you be there with a sign and that infamous smirk of yours? What about the drive to town? I’m sure we’ll share little stories that we forgot to share between our daily texts or reminisce on our experiences in our former lives in addition for what is to come. Once we arrive to town, we’ll grab a drink at one of your favorite establishments and share our libations and laughs with one another as if a day hasn’t passed since we last saw each other. I can imagine that those four days will be filled with wonder and hope. Wonder; For the place and the people that you come from. Even though I know so much about you, you’re still a wonder to me most days. Hope; For my heart in that it is not burdened by all the emotion built up since I have last seen you.