it's hard,
this long distance thing.
this 125 miles apart,
see each other once a week,
provo to logan and back again thing.
and some days it's particularly hard
and you miss him like mad
and you get frustrated
and you cry.
and you cry and you cry and you cry
and you wish he was there to hold you
to stroke your hair and wipe your tears
and tell you everything is going to be okay.
but instead he just looks at you via that brilliant thing called skype
and tells you he loves you again and again
and you wipe your tears and your runny nose with the sleeve of your sweatshirt
and you look at the clock and realized you stayed up too late again
and you both are going to feel like death in the morning
and then you cry some more.
and then he tells you that he loves you
more than anything since ever.
and how he can't wait for the future.
and you remember how lucky you are
and how silly those tears seem,
because really, you've never been happier.
never in a million years,
or twenty and a half to be exact.
and you wipe your eyes
and put your big girl pants on
and count down the hours til friday...


