He left.
He is 20 hours away, by car.
He wanted to take me with him.
But, unfortunately we’re only 18. I can’t leave yet.
His arms, I’ll miss them forever.
His scent is forever in my sheets.
He’s gone.
He is 8 hours away, by plane.
I want to be where he is.
But, unfortunately, his mother would never let me.
His smile, it’s forever in the photographs.
His laugh is forever in the voice messages.
He’s back.
He’s only 7 minutes away, by dreams.
I am where he is.
But unfortunately, the moment my eyes open is the moment he disappears.
His touch will forever be gone.
He is forever in my memory.
