…but so close to me in many ways. I like the random way we met, that after so many years you could still remembered the smallest things. I like the way you make my body feel, even though you are no where near.
In my head, you touch me, kiss me. When we talk it feels real. But I stop to think, think of you in paradise on the other side of the world. Will I see you again? I hope so. Would I let you go? I already don’t want to.