I'm confused.
I'm in that stage, when one is falling in love, which you can't quite figure everything out. Sure, the sky is still blue and the sun still shines, but there are so many new emotions to deal with.
Where do I start? How do I even begin to express everything inside of me? So many thoughts are swirling inside my head, it is almost impossible for me to decipher any of them. But there is one thought which comes to the surface, time and time again. Can I say it?
Of course I can say it. Should I say it? Now that is another matter completely. We both feel it, I know that without a doubt. But maybe the best decision would be to leave it unsaid. I mean, it can only complicate things further than they already are, right?
How long have we known one another? A month perhaps. And known, I should really say "known". God, what a cruel fact. 1502 miles. I hate that number more than anyone can know. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.
And when I start to cry, I imagine you coming to me, wrapping your loving arms around me, and pressing your body into mine, conveying all your thoughts and emotions into me with a tight hug. My heart beats faster, I can feel my blood pressure rise, but if I could only feel you for real!
Isn't that the most cruel thing of all? That goddamned distance. If not for it, this would be so much easier.
When we aren't talking, I think of you. During my day, even as busy as it normally is, I find myself busy with thoughts of you. Can you believe it? During the most mundane tasks, I think about you, and how you make me feel.
And though we've never even met, you've accomplished something that people here with me cannot - you have made me feel. At night I dream about your touch upon my skin and how good it makes me feel. If only my dreams could become a reality.
I hate to play the "what if" game, but at this point I cannot avoid it any longer. What if we were closer? Why do I even tease myself with those thoughts? Why do we tease ourselves with those thoughts.
It's almost like torture, the way I ache for you. Why are we subjecting ourselves to this. Should we just agree to be friends and walk away, only talking every once in a while? Can I survive without air? NO! As smart as that would be, I do not believe I am capable of going through with it. You have become a valuable part of my life.
I feel like I have this illness, and the only cure is you, and your presence. My heart aches when I wait to hear from you. I cannot imagine what a day without talking to you would be like.
God. God! Why? If only these stupid tears could do something useful. I want you here, next to me, with me. I want to share everything I can with you, not just limit it to conversations.