Monster
10-29-2002, 01:26 AM
I am 3,000 miles from the woman I love, and who loves me.
3,000 miles from her embrace, from her touch...from her kiss.
Already I am sick with missing her, my stomach turns at the thought of the distance, my chest tightens at it, my eyes fill with tears.
My arms long for her warmth, my eyes for her smile, my ears for her voice, my lips for her lips, my hands for her touch, my heart for her heart; my mind and my body long for her presence.
Some say it will be tough, being a country apart. But tough though it may be, it is possible. And if it is true, if it is real love we share between us, we will find a way. We have survived being apart before, and came back the stronger for it. Now we will survive it again, and we just may acquire the strength to be unbreakable because of it.
These are the ramblings of a mind overtaken by a thought of being with her once more. When I see her, it will have been the first time in 5 months. When I kiss her, it will have been the first time in 6. Such are the ramblings of an insomniac sick with love and distance.
I fear now that I will read this tomorrow and not understand a word of what it means. I fear that my mindset is only achieved by being awake this late, by being deprived of my rest. But these are matters for another day. For now, I concern myself only with Her, and with the distance between us.
3,000 miles from her embrace, from her touch...from her kiss.
Already I am sick with missing her, my stomach turns at the thought of the distance, my chest tightens at it, my eyes fill with tears.
My arms long for her warmth, my eyes for her smile, my ears for her voice, my lips for her lips, my hands for her touch, my heart for her heart; my mind and my body long for her presence.
Some say it will be tough, being a country apart. But tough though it may be, it is possible. And if it is true, if it is real love we share between us, we will find a way. We have survived being apart before, and came back the stronger for it. Now we will survive it again, and we just may acquire the strength to be unbreakable because of it.
These are the ramblings of a mind overtaken by a thought of being with her once more. When I see her, it will have been the first time in 5 months. When I kiss her, it will have been the first time in 6. Such are the ramblings of an insomniac sick with love and distance.
I fear now that I will read this tomorrow and not understand a word of what it means. I fear that my mindset is only achieved by being awake this late, by being deprived of my rest. But these are matters for another day. For now, I concern myself only with Her, and with the distance between us.