I'm sitting here, counting down the time it takes - the days;the hours; the minutes - until I see you again.
The air is still.
Gazing out my window at the clear midnight blue sky, I ponder where you are.
I guess that's the annoying that about infatuation; the fact that you are always on my mind.
In my head, I go over everything that I am going to say, everything that I am going to do, everything that I am going to hint when I see you again.
Our memories together act as my fuel, they keep me going during this long break.
There are so many things that I wish I told you earlier,
Messages that I wish I conveyed.
Instead, I remain sitting here, trying to deliver this late mail.
But I'll know that it will never reach.
I know that my words will evaporate into the air and become lost over the great blue sea, never reaching you.