"I love you" we message each other non-stop. Non-stop. Non-stop! I see him 4 days out of the week, and over time the days seem to stretch further away. It pulls and tugs at my heart in the best way possible. I hold the all of adoration for him in my head. Instead of my hands, I occupy them with papers and pens where I write about my lover. I draw small sketches of us in the future. I imagine him and the doctor he wants to be, as the loving father he wants to be, as the similar features of his father will grow in him as he ages. I don't think of myself much when I think of him or when I'm with him, and this to me is love.