I don't belong here.
I belong miles and miles away.
With you.
In your arms.
And you in mine.
Holding your hand.
It's all I've wanted for months.
Finally staring into your eyes in person.
Not a photo.
Reminding you how much you mean to me.
With my voice, not text.
The longer it goes on, the more anxious I get.
I just want to be there.
With you.
