It's just tough.
Feeling the promise of something.
Knowing you are in the right place
At the right time
With the right person.
You feel as if all of the mistakes, bumps and roadblocks were strategically placed so they could lead me;
To you.
Fate, some of them call it.
You are not physically attracted.
You are drawn.
You just want to know them.
Everything about them.
And you want to be a part of their history.
Their future.
You know this is right.
It's the only thing you've ever known for sure::
And then it goes.
Evaporates.
Like it was never there in the first place.
You want to know if it was real; that it wasnt all just in your head.
But some things are out of your control.
You've tried everything to keep in contact.
But they have left.
Over five hundred and twenty seven miles away.
Way over that.
And although your heart is less than 7 inches away on the map key,
He has stolen it and taken it with him:
Over Five hundred and twenty seven miles away.
And there is no knowing when you will get it back.