The "deeper issue" is No matter how many times I correct you Or how many times I tell you How much she means to me, You still choose to refer to her As my friend.
I crawl into bed every night Unaccompanied. And even though You're hundreds of miles away And several weeks are keeping us apart And I am unaccompanied, I always stay to one side of the bed Because I always leave A space for you.
I used to think that we were ****** By distance. I still do, but now I can't help but think about How incredibly lucky I am To have someone in my life That is so worth missing, So worth loving. How fortunate I am To have someone To wait for.