the day you leave is the most miserable, until when we get our plane tickets to see each other next. after that moment, when all that money is spent, things get harder and harder and i need you with me more and more up until i see you. i count the days until i see you next, and i think about it constantly. until then, the sadness overcomes me and i wonder how much longer we’ll be able to do this. then i think, and i know, that we’ll be able to do this as long as our hearts desire each other, or until we’ll be able to see each other every day. i’m not sure when that is, but it’s okay. because i love you more than anything. and i’ll be here.