i’ve missed him for so long. and he just doesn’t get it. ‘leave me if i can’t come.’ he says. he doesn’t understand that i could never love anyone like i love him. when you love someone this much you can’t just leave them. if he’s not coming, so be it. i’ll still be here. he doesn’t see his perfection. it’s like his eyes have something like contacts over them, except they’re like trick mirrors. his whole world is contorted into something it’s not. he can’t see. the distance is killing me. the waiting is killing me. but i’m still at a distance. and i’ll still be waiting. always. he’s everything. like a best friend. but better. a best friend because he knows me, and accepts me. better because he can make me happier then anything, and i can just let myself fall in love with him. never, have i ever felt something so strong. stronger then any force you could come up with. i use to watch movies, about couples in love. watch them be carefree, just being in love. and i wanted it. i wanted it so bad. it could just be perfect and he’d love me and i’d love him and that’d be it. but then i actually fell in love. and it’s not perfect. and it’s not carefree. and it’s long distance. and i don’t care. it’s better then the movies. it’s better then a book. you know why? because it’s mine. it’s ours. that’s just it. it’s ours.