They say long distance never works and I think that’s stupid. Hearts pick people, not places, and it kills me that your place happens to be 2000 miles away but that has never meant I don’t love you like you live next door. But it also doesn’t mean, it isn’t hard. I’ve never missed someone so deeply who I haven’t actually lost. And missing you is one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do. Watching all the other couples get to have little things like goodbye kisses, falling asleep to the sound of your heartbeat instead of goodnight whispered through the phone. But it is all worth it, the moment I am in your arms and i’m home again. It drives me crazy not being there with you but it would be worse if i wasn’t yours at all
so I will wait as long as it takes, I will fight as hard as you need, I will love you as much as I can, because state lines and plane rides are a small price to pay for the forever I can’t wait to spend with you. So i’ll find comfort in the pictures of us, your shirts that remind me of you, lay down in bed to thought of how it will feel to be next to you again and try to get a little more to home being far until we meet again.
