Three Hundred and Fifty-One

Dear Callumz,

Yesterday I sat in a hot room with no air conditioning and wrote about how the journey to a destination is more important than the destination itself. It was long, and it was all I could do to keep my eyes open thanks to the events of the night before, so I barely took a second to think about what I was writing.

Now I'm thinking about how it kind of applies to us. We're on a journey of sorts, in the form of our relationship. We're in the process of getting to know each other, in finding out what we like and what we don't like, and discussing just how truly we want to spend the rest of our lives together.

Our destination is getting to be together. Our journey is the three hundred and fifty one days to go. While it's so easy for me to get caught up in needing so badly to be with you, and to just skip through the days between us like they mean nothing, they do. They mean everything, because they are making us. Knowing that you're worth the time and the tears shed over not having you here; it gives me a reason, as if I didn't have one before, to keep doing this. To keep waiting for you, to keep trying my hardest to be with you.

Because I know these days will stick in my mind for the rest of our lives.

Love always,
Kaiteh.