I crave the simple pleasure of a “good morning” text. Not because I am narcissistic, not because I demand attention or need someone else to wish me a great day for it to be so, but because it is such a wonderful thing to know that your person cannot even function without first speaking to you. That you are their absolute first thought after opening their eyes and letting the world shift into focus. That simply texting you a “good morning beautiful”, enters their head before the desire for a coffee, or a bacon sandwich.
I want to know that there is a minute, just as the sun is creeping across the sky, where we are thinking of each other.
That we are lying in our too big and too empty beds, beside the coolness of each other’s pillow, wishing we were wrapped in each other’s bodies. That there is a moment where we both long for each other, in those quiet hours when the rest of the world is sleeping.
It makes me feel part of something; it makes me feel acknowledged and cared for.
The fact that someone wants to know how I slept and all of the mundane details about my day makes me feel less alone.
There is someone out there willing to listen to my excitement at getting a medium latte for the same price as a large because the barista messed up, or my annoyance at the fact I’ve been stuck in traffic for two hours, or just that I really, really need to pee but the work toilet is in use.
And in that five seconds it takes for him to craft a text to draw a smile upon my tired face, he’s telling me he’s prepared for it all. That even if he has a day of deadlines and meetings, he has set aside time to speak to me, to laugh with me, to find ridiculous memes and send them to me just to cheer me up.
He’s saying ‘I want to be a part of your life today’, and he’s promising to be there always.
So men, I know you cannot see the significance of a good morning text, but trust me, women do. We all wait for them, every morning. And as much as we hate to admit it, we crave that little way you show us we’re on your mind.