Four months until I see you and trust me I’ve been counting. Its funny how we talk about the things we’re going to do when you come. Like go to the coffee shop and drink coffee, talk about whatever comes to mind. Go get breakfast at two in the morning just because we wanted pancakes and orange juice. I lay in bed and think about those things, a smile here and there. I begin to doze off and realize how much I adore you. The last time you came, we went to the fair and when I look back at that,  it brings me back to the feeling I had for you six months ago.  I can’t wait to see you. Even though you may not be at my graduation, I know a poster from you is good enough.