I hope you’re all having a great time on the JustRomance.Me hop. If you’re just coming across this post, click HERE to get back on the tour bus. There’s plenty more to see, and you won’t want to miss out on the big drawing! If you love free reads, be sure to check out my short freebie Tessa’s Pride, available in all formats right HERE (Link will open in a new window). For my post, I decided to write the story that this picture is begging for: 
Josephine,
Although we logged off instant messenger not an hour ago, and I just hung up with you after you called for another goodnight, the moment we say goodbye, I begin missing you, so I picked up this good old fashioned paper and pen.
Lovers shouldn’t have to spend Valentine’s Day so far apart as we’re cursed to. Whenever I lament the distance between us, I remind myself that it will make our first meeting all the sweeter. Though in my imagination I’ve touched your skin and breathed against your hair so many times, I think it will be more like coming home than a first meeting. In fact, there are times when I awaken during the night and roll over, expecting to find you there.
I hope you’re reading this after a wonderful day at work, l, and I hope I’ve had the chance to speak to you at least a dozen times in between. I’m lying in bed right now, listening to our shared playlist. I’ll never be able to listen to Dennis DeYoung again without thinking of your smile.
Baby, I love you. The stolen moments each evening when I log onto my computer and find you online are the best of my day. I’m not sure I ever told you how I felt like a damned thirteen year old when I picked up the phone that first day. We’d been chatting for what, six months? I’d already confessed my love, and I was still scared shitless to push that send button. But then you said hello, and everything in my chaotic world fell into place. When I first heard you laugh, I thought I might be able to fly. Even now, remembering that April day last year, my heart feels so full. I want to run out onto the sidewalk and share this with the world, but at the same time I want to keep each beat of my heart to myself, reveling in each pulse as a reminder of your love for me.
Everything we’ve worked for this past seventeen months, four days and twelve hours will fall into place, and I’ll spend next Valentine’s Day in your arms.
Now again, the hardest part of the night, where I must say goodnight to you, as it’s getting very late here. As I write this, I imagine you’re already tucked into bed and hopefully dreaming wonderful things about our lives together. I can’t believe how lucky I was to find you. The only woman who has ever made me feel like a whole and complete man.
Please have a wonderful evening, my love. I’ll be waiting for you online at our usual time.
Love,
Victor
Thanks for hopping along with us. I hope to see many of you at the blog hop wrapup chat on Sunday 2/12 at 7pm EST at Gem’s Place.
