Its a lonely night.
There's not much to do,
so I'll do what I usually,
and think of you.
It's almost been 2 months since I've seen you.
I miss seeing you everyday.
I miss just hanging out,
under the shade of a tree,
talking, laughing.
Just spending time together.
I had hoped we would talk more,
because I love talking to you.
Even if what we talk about,
makes no sense.
Just the thought of knowing,
there's someone out there who would like to talk to me,
and who can tolerate my shit,
makes me so happy.
Yeah we couldn't talk much.
At first I worried about it,
but now,
well I still worry.
But I know I'll see you in just a week.
To some a week might seem like a short time,
in the blink of an eye, its here and gone.
But I don't think I can say the same.
But it's okay,
because no matter where you are,
even if you're halfway across the world,
I'll know, you still love me,
and I'll love you more,
every second.
And something else,
for what its worth,
I think you're pretty radical (:
