The Time Traveller's Wife-to-be

Her love blows kisses into the future, while she sends hugs to the past,
Both waiting to meet
Back in the present.

What strange trick of science that time can be bent this way?

She thinks of the past, its' smells, its' warmth,
and the funny little sms: "No television or fan!"
Then, almost immediately, of the future,
and how she will jump onto him, her time-traveller, when he returns to the present.

Then she thinks of the present,
And with a short, sharp ache, wishes it were the future.
Or the past.

But is thankful, for she can sometimes live
In the future
Or the past.