It feels so wrong to fall for you, when we’re over 800 miles away. Separate countries, but we still managed to find each other. I fell for you the very night I met you. We spoke for 3 hours about everything and nothing. You told me if I ever visited, you’d show me all the “southern gentleman” in Tennessee, and how different they were from the jerks I’d dated up here. What you’ll never know is that the only one I want is you.
You’re not the first man to call me beautiful, but you’re the first one to try to make me believe it. You know all my flaws, and instead of ignoring them you’ve tried to encourage me to fix what I don’t like. You’ve encouraged me in my lifestyle and career, and my time spent with you has been invaluable.
Is it wrong of me to hope you don’t find some pretty girl down there? That you choose to move up to Canada, and leave your family behind for me?
Is it wrong for me to want to leave my family and friends behind to move down there?
Every conversation makes our distance more painful. Every time I hear your voice or see you smile, I want to be right there with you. You once lectured me on the philosophy of Soulmates, and how mine was out there, looking for me too. I never told you why I started to cry then.
It’s because I’d never wanted something so badly, than for that soulmate to be you.
I know long distance will never work….so I will suck up the pain and just be content with the limit we have. And you’ll never know how much it hurts, because you’ll never read this.
Please be happy, Joe. That’s all I can ask of you.
I’ll always be a click away.