They said we won’t work,

and I just think that’s stupid.

Hearts pick people, not places,

and it kills me that your place happens to be in the arms of another.

But it doesn’t mean I won’t love you like you live next door,

and it doesn’t mean it won’t be hard.

I’ve never missed someone so deeply who I haven’t actually lost,

and missing you is the most difficult thing I’ve ever done.

Watching all the other couples share all of the small things—
like making you a warm cup of tea in the morning,

or falling asleep to the sound of your heartbeat,
 instead of a silent goodnight through the phone.

But it’s all worth it,
 in the moment I get to run into your arms,
 a place I call home.

It just drives me crazy, not being there with you,
 but it would be far worse to simply not be yours at all.

I will wait as long as it takes,
 I will fight as hard as you need,
 I will love you as much as I can,

because hard work and seven-hour plane flights 
are a small price to pay for the forever 
I can’t wait to spend with you.