Meeting you wasn't luck.
Meeting you was fate,
telling me that I had just found
my guardian angel-
in the form of 500 characters or less
on a social networking website
641 days ago.

Not like I’m counting,
but 15,384 hours ago,
my life changed when you entered
as I had been wishing to leave.

3,140 miles away from me
is your bed,
that has the privilege
of seeing your smiles when you wake;
holding you when you’re sad
because when I extend my arms I embrace only air,
forgetting that you’re 7,287,940 footsteps away.

Because when my stars start to wake
your sun is still vibrant.
180 minutes doesn’t seem like much
until the red numbers on my clock are flashing 2 AM
while you’re still in yesterday’s company.

Sleepovers on 3 and a half inch screens
will suffice for now,
until the day comes
that I knock on your door
with an empty wallet
but an overly full heart.

16,579,200 feet isn’t so far away
When your heart is here with mine
Unable to compare to these hearts that beat
out of habit, not love.

The friendship we have is simply not measured
by the distance between our hands,
but the trust we delicately placed in them-
which we’re reminded of when we both look up to the moon,
as if it’s telling us 3,140 miles means nothing

And if someday I find myself sitting on a plane
10 hours and 29 minutes from meeting you,
my guardian angel,
the 55,382,400 seconds and counting
that you have been with me will seem like nothing
when I touch down in your arms.