I can only imagine what will happen on the day of your arrival.

I would run to you and hug you so tight that you can’t breathe.

I would kiss you like there’s no tomorrow.

I would cry and cry and cry because I would have no other way to express how bad I’ve missed you in 428 days.

I miss you every day.

And I would wish on any miraculous event that you would land a job over here or I’ll be relocated there.

But until then, I can only imagine.

PS. Not having you around sucks. Big time.