We grew up thousands of miles apart... me upon the shores of poetry where hopeless romantics right(write) novels through stanzas so few as two or three, her within the concrete walls of perfection flowing water from a fountain recycled yet still beautiful and refined and i wonder now if it all was coincidence. The water flows on the east coast as the pen hits the paper here in the midwest. I pray shes thinking of me... but its so busy where she is. No use holding the phone when i sleep anymore, i wont wake to her voice and the last few times she seemed so distant but i cant help myself from remembering that summer we spent together. The soft kisses during neverending sunsets, feeling her heart beat upon mine as we slept in. Ill never forget her smile when our eyes met, her laugh when id kiss her stomach, her tears during "Roman Holday", or how she squeezed me tighter when i said Audrey had nothin on her. That summer o how i miss that summer. One day ill wake to her kiss again... ill breathe her in and wish itd last forever. Its late now and shes asleep and im afraid to think shes not alone, but i still lie awake and wish it was me next to her. Dont forget me sweetheart. just dont forget me, the distance can only hold me here for so long... One day ill pass you again in a train station or a bar next to the beach and ill smile that same smile and we'll find ourselves back there again... and ill be glad to know it wasnt just a dream because now it feels like i cant ever open my eyes for fear of losing even the memory of it. Now im drawing a heart in the sand as i wait for all these words to fade from the paper and more importantly become the faintest of memories in my head. The tide caresses my feet ever so softly as it takes pieces of my heart away, and its getting easier to write this story. Ive always believed that a story is nothing without a breath taking ending but the only thing ive ever known to do that for me was you and i refuse to believe your the end. close your eyes, would you peek if i told you "I wish you could see what i can see" because mirrors couldnt even see what i see in you... Im glad you did because nothing makes my heart race like the laughter i see dance in your eyes... and that my friends is a beautiful start.... as for an end, id rather not have one, but if i must i hope its as beautiful as the beginning...

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