He’s a thousand miles away, but I can still feel him. He’s is nowhere to be seen, but I can hear him… and I don’t know why. I can’t wash away the memories, and I cannot deny knowing his touch. I will not deny it. I do know his touch, I have felt his smile, I have seen him… Even though he’s a thousand miles away, I can feel him.
I can feel his every feature beneath my fingertips, and I wish I could still hold him close. I remember his pain, and I hope he has healed. I know his strengths, and I know they’ve become stronger. I miss his arms about me, and I miss him. I wish I could touch him… Even though he’s a thousand miles away, I can feel him.
His warmth has been tattooed upon my soul, and his grinning, beautiful, face has been etched into my heart. I remember his laughter, and I remember how it fit so perfectly with mine. I know how full his mind is with intricate words, woven together like poetry. I miss his voice. But I can still hear his heart beat… Even if he’s a thousand miles away, I can feel him.
He’s so far away… oh so far away. But, I can still feel him; his soul, his heart, his warmth, his love. I can feel him and he is beautiful. He is imperfect to the point of perfection, and I can feel him. His blood flows in sync with mine, and his mind weaves words like mine. He’s a thousand miles away, and I wonder if he can feel me too. I wonder if he can feel me here… there… in his arms. Because, we’re a thousand miles apart, but his warmth still holds me captive, and I can never get away...
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