i love you, yet i don't know you.
of course, i know your favorite color, and what shade your eyes are, and that you find yourself fat and ugly, even though you aren't at all.
you are the most amazing person i know, even though you have no idea how beautiful you are.
you don't know how much i love you, even though i try to tell you.
you think i mean love like i care about you, and i do, but that's a different kind of love.
the love i mean is pure, simple love.
not ******
just wishing you were closer to where i am, so i could hold you in my arms whenever i want to, not just hugging a pillow tightly to my chest.
we talk about saving up for plane tickets, or meeting years from now, but that's not enough.
i need you here, beside me. close, because distance matters, too. for we are already close, in the knowing eachother sense, but that isn't enough.
i want to slip my hand into yours, intertwining our fingers.
i want to wrap my arms around you, and bury my face in your shoulder.
i want to be there for you, always, even when it feels like everyone else has left.
i don't want to ever have to let go.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC