We met only a few months ago. I still recall the look you gave before you came over to say hi. The rest of the night was all about you and me. Then you left, returned to your home thousands of miles away. I came to see you, but our time together was so brief, just as it was when we first met.
I think about you all the time. I wonder where you are, what you are doing, and if perhaps, you might be thinking of me too. Every time you call, I breathe a sigh of relief that you haven’t forgotten me. I miss you. I want to know more about you. I want to spend more time with you. And I want, so desperately, to know if you are there, all those miles away, wishing you’d be able to spend more time with me too.