I refuse to count down the days until your departure to a country with low wireless connections. The thoughts have been settling in my mind for a couple of weeks, deep within the darkest crescent of my thoughts. I'm good, all my pre-conceived notions and fears have been locked tightly behind cement filled walls. I smile at the thought that we will be apart from eachother for an entire month, because distance makes the heart grow fonder. If this is a fact, Cloud 9 needs an upgrade before July 26th. If this is true, I need to pop some tranquilizers before I see you, hug you, and kiss you again.
You are my goodmorning, and my farewell under the stars, a full moon without you never looks the same, I wont be able to point out her face filled with craters, you cant tell me your over exagerated version of how the Big Dipper came to be, or pretend to be the boyfriend from A Walk To Remember and dedicate a star to me. You are my nightime, and as dreary as that sounds, a day without night is simply the norm, or like 6 months in Alaska, frigid, cold and lonely. The nightime brings me some of my fondest memories with you, the time you sang BitterSweet to me, (before anyone had labeled it their favorite song, or placed it on their Away Messages) You changed the lyrics to perfectly mold the way you felt about me...
"Bittersweet, youre gonna be the death of me,
I (dont) want you (but) and I need you..."
Or the night we walked through 2 feet of snow together, just to fall asleep next to eachother while watching "Surfs Up" . I'll miss you, and the way the moon shines on your smile, or how the stars all seem to mold the perfect picture as we walk underneath them. You are my nightime, and after Sunday Morning, I wont have you anymore.
" But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do. Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you. Singing someday it'll bring me back to you. Find a way to bring myself home to you "
