There you are.
Here I am.
Both alone, yet yearning for the other all the same.
It takes my breath away.
And I wonder if I'll live to see another day,
A day with you in it.
A day where both you and I are together.
The chances are slim.
My lights going dim.
All my hope being replaced by fear and defeat.
My dear I am not a patient person
and yet with you its like a curse and
I can't seem to stop waiting.
For you to love me.
For us to happen.
For the end.....
When I no longer have to write about you.
Wether that means I have to get over you.
Or if it means I'm finally with you once again.
When we are no longer across the world from one another
