Two days without Riri is the worst. I wanted the time to go faster, the day to end earlier, and tomorrow to come sooner. It just sucks without her. I feel as though time is crawling. How many times I have urged it to move already so I can see her again, touch her again, kiss her again. What has that woman done to me? I'm addicted to her.
Fortunately, I didn't have to constantly bother my wife for updates. She willingly sends me selfies and pictures of what they're doing or where they are. The last one she sent was breakfast this morning with the girls. She sent a selfie with a pouty mouth and an empty plate in front of her.
[ Riri: Ate a lot! Hope your breakfast was filling. Can't wait to see you later. Miss you. ]
To which, I replied:
[ Me: My meals since you left have been bland. ]
[ Me: Can't wait to eat you. ]