I googled how far away you will be for an entire month, and came up short.
"How far away is Cuba from Massachusetts?" Simple question, far from ordinary answers, I am surprised to find myself so calm and at ease, I am surprised I am looking forward to your departure, following what pop culture has taught me, "distance makes the heart grow fonder", allows me to rest easy at night, because one month is easier to deal with that one year. Although Cuba is lacking from the necessary communication devices to allow your sweet and humble voice to travel miles into my bed at night, or send me a quick text message about how much your enjoying the beach, I can deal.
Living in the moment with you is almost impossible to do. Last night you sent me a text message agreeing with me that we are too strong to let a couple miles separate that, whether that be this summer or next fall. You made me promise college wouldn't knock us over the edge and create a relationship neither one of us would want to be apart of, but we both know, that will never happen. I speak so confidently about us, about this, about the future, because 3 hour phone conversations, lazy Saturdays and crazy chemistry have taught us we have a lot to look forward to, a lot to smile about, and too much to lose.
I still get sad, and that hug we just shared made it much more difficult to let go. But I will, because you and me together could never be any better, and you and I apart sets off a spark. Meaning, the flames will still be here when you get back.
13 more days, I love you.
