Sometimes I wonder if all this distance is worth the hours of bus rides we spend trying to reach one another. But you remind me there is something special about our kind of love when you call me up at 4 am because you cannot sleep and know that I am probably still clutching a new novel, or watching reruns of my favorite show.
What makes me think it's worth it is not what we talk about but the silence we sit in when we're sitting in your mother's kitchen, just soaking in each others presence and although we don't utter a word, somehow we have managed to get a little closer and I didn't know that was possible.
And sometimes when I just wanna call you to have you on the phone when I'm walking home alone, and you are trying to study, I feel a bit more in sync with your life and connected; and that's what makes me think those inches on my map and the number of miles will one day be worth it.
YOU ARE READING
You're in my veins, you fuck
PoetryI know I only write about love and sadness, which seem so different. The truth is they are, yet they are only things I have truly experienced, but definitely do not understand.
