It’s the end of February, and March is just around the corner! I couldn’t be more excited because I’ll finally get to see my Texas. I’m heading to Houston for three much-needed days—to soak up the closeness and kisses I’ve been missing. March is shaping up to be a busy month, filled with travels and special moments.
In addition to Houston, I’ll also be heading to California to visit my aunt—my mom’s sister. It’s my daughter’s Spring Break, her last one, which makes this trip even more meaningful. Every year, we travel to Phoenix, AZ, but this year, we’re switching things up and heading to the beaches of California to spend time with her grandma. It’s become a tradition we cherish. I also have an older son—he’s 21 years old. While he’s not joining us on these trips, he has his own adventures. He’s sweet and thoughtful, making long trips just to see his girlfriend. I couldn’t be prouder of the young man he’s become.
The excitement doesn’t stop there—right after returning from California, I’ll be off to Denver to catch a flight to see my love again. I can’t wait! I have to admit, I’ve never been this excited for a month. Every time we’re together, it feels special. Some days, we’re perfectly content just being lazy at home with the animals—and honestly, those are some of my favorite moments. You’d think a woman like me would want to be spoiled with fancy things, but no—not me. All I want is to be close to the man I love, to feel him, kiss him, and share in those simple, intimate moments. And while there’s more I love about being with him, let’s just say some things are best left unspoken.
As the days draw closer to seeing him again, the intensity between us only grows. I love how we both feel the same—eager to be together, to share our time, and to simply exist in each other’s presence. Our relationship reminds me of my grandparents. My grandma had her home, my grandpa had his, and they’d meet in the middle—she’d cook for him, and he’d bring home the bacon. I’d love to live down the road from him, to visit almost every night, depending on how he feels. It used to be like that. I miss the days when he’d text me after work, letting me know if he was heading home or making a stop along the way. Now, most of our conversations come through Snaps with a simple ‘WYD?’—and I won’t lie, I still get butterflies when I see his name pop up. But nothing compares to hearing his voice—there’s something about it that just melts me.
I’m not sure exactly when love hit me this hard. Maybe it was the night we made love, and he told me to look into his beautiful eyes. It was the way he spoke to me, the way he touched me—it made me fall, completely and irreversibly. From the moment I met him, he’s had a hold on me unlike anyone else ever has. I’ve had other men in my life, but none compares to him. My Texas. He’s the one who’s helped me grow into the woman I am today. I used to be jealous, but he’s taught me to let go of that insecurity. He’s given me a sense of comfort and safety that I never knew I needed.
When he left, it felt like a part of me was torn away. Time has felt cruel and slow ever since. I find myself longing for the days when we’ll be together again—when our lips will meet and our hearts will intertwine as they did the night we met. In both my mind and heart, I hold onto the hope that this feeling never fades. I want to love and cherish everything he is—for as long as life allows.
I love you, Texas. You are the one who makes me a better woman.
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