It's time to go home.
That time of year has come back around again. Heavy, tangible air, day and night. Blooming honeysuckle, the scent filling the air with it's richness, begging to be picked off the vines. Thunderstorms every night, thunder shaking the house, raindrops drumming a steady rhythm on the roof. High on the anticipation of the coming summer and everything it will bring, drunk on the warm nights and hot days. Only 500 miles stand between me and you. One last surge of willpower and I'm done. My tires will be eating up the road as fast as they can go, bringing me closer to you with every mile. Can't wait for your warm skin, freckles, thick hair, wide smile, crinkly eyes, deep rumbling voice as my head is on your chest, your constant singing, night rides in your truck as you hold my hand. I can't wait to hear your laugh, especially at my goofiness as I crack up in hysterics at absolutely nothing. It can't come fast enough, those days, weeks, with you. Slightly drunk kisses after supper. Your scent, fresh, clean, man. I even promise not to get mad when you fall asleep on the couch, again. I'll just finish the movie on my own and relish the moments I get to spend with you. It's been more than 5 years with you by my side and I still get chills when you touch me, a jittery stomach when you kiss me, excitement when I think about the future. You're the one, forever and ever.