A promise

I will try to write you everyday.
I hope you forgive the lack of poetic cadence and outbursts.
I so miss you here beside me, love.
I can sense we are sharing the same moment looking at the computer monitor. The sad part is I'm doing it for leisure whilst you are swamped with work.
I wish I am right there beside you and helping you out, showing my 'prowess' in excel so that you won't have to talk to other people and ask them for help.
They might hold it against you.
Or they might think you owe them.
Forgive the cynicism, love. It's just the way I am.
Weird thing is that I don't believe in the goodness in other people.
Whereas I remain pure.
Whereas my intentions are always without vested interest.
Whereas I started loving you without even asking anything in return.
But you have loved me.
And you still love me.