If you were here.

My precious, charming Dr. Rob,

So things are warmer here (and warmer is obviously a relative concept, since I'm applying it to previous weather patterns in this area, as compared to your radically different climate zone) but it's been raining. Not the good, warm rain, but the kind that keeps your clothes wet for hours afterward and chills you to the bone.

I can see downtown from my window at work and the buildings look angry, silhouetted concrete on a monotone dishwater sky. They are staring pointedly at me, telling me that TODAY IS NOT A GOOD DAY, and I am inclined to not argue the point. If you were here today, this would be a day to snuggle on your extra-long couch and keep each other warm. I think today would be one of those days that MCB would decide that she doesn't like me and I would spend half an hour trying to woo her with little result.

If you were here today, we would probably eat pad thai and you'd make me watch The Soup. We would probably go to Spyhouse at some point and sit in our booth reading our respective books/magazines, stopping every once in a while to say something funny and giggle. If you were here, today would be a day where we both felt low and decided just to wallow, speaking when we felt like it without necessarily saying anything of import.

Do you remember the day that you just crawled into my bed and didn't leave? That is my today. And I wish you were here to lie next to me.