We do think alike,
The trouble is,
We're both frustated with the distance, and the wait.

It's hard at times, but in my heart you are always with me.
From now to August seems a long straight road,
One that we will have to plod along slowy one day at a time.
There are no shortcuts for those make for long delays.

I miss you, for you mean the world to me.
You might not believe it but, I do find you truly amazing.
I appreicte you for who you are.
You make me so happy.
Everytime you're upset I wish I was there,
I wish to make it all alright,
For every time you hurt I hurt,
I wish never to bring you pain only joy.