It's hard for me to write this without missing you more than I already do. As I think of you from time to time (pretty much everyday), my stomach grumbles and my heart longs for you.
I miss your taste in my mouth.
I miss the feeling of you in my belly.
I'm lost without you.
Since I moved to Hawaii in 2010, I've barely seen you at all. Even in 2009 when I lived in NYC, I missed you. But at least I could hang with your cousins from South America. They were nice too...but they weren't you. No one can replace you.
I've met several impostors here in Hawaii. They all claim to be you or a relative of you. Some people fall for it, but I know better.
I hate that you can't leave Texas...but that's also your best quality. Only people who have been blessed enough to step foot in the greatest country on earth know the real you.
Until we can be together again, I'll continue to dream of you and I'll attempt to recreate you in my kitchen. Or I'll have Jared try. He's better at those things.
Don't ever change.
Your biggest fan,
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