When He Calls

He called this morning to wake me up and say I love you. Yesterday, he called me in the morning to tell me that traffic on the bridge is fucked up so I should just wait until they clear up both accidents. He calls, every now and then to tell me about his day and to ask about mine. He calls because he knows it makes me feel so good. He calls because he knows it makes my day. He calls because he wants me to sleep on the thought that he loves me, that he cares for me, that he wants me in every way.

He is my daily fix, a dream come true. He is everything I ever hoped for. He is more than wonderful.