Her movements are edgy, the connection once again horrible. I dont mind though, as I see her smile through the blurry mist. Her short sweet laugh rings in my ears, the small sound passing through the miles between us. I smile, loving that she is simply happy; her dainty hands making a heart. Copying her actions, I make a heart too, and she blows me a kiss.

I sigh, knowing she has to go. She's looking straight into her webcam, her green eyed gaze softly caressing me. She pulls her long hair back once more, making me want to reach out and tuck a small strand behind her ear that has escaped. It's too late to though, as the video call ends, and I'm left with her small profile picture at the corner of my screen. Beutiful as always, the picture is a random shot she took for me awhile back. It was flawless, her flush lips, the way her hair is tucked, and the way her deep green eyes are shining.

Im expecting the picture to move, to see her small, yet curvy, figure to switch positions. It doesnt though, my lust getting the best of me. Closing my eyes for a moment, I recall the bitter fight we had earlier this morning. I remember her harsh words, and the ticking sting of them puncture my heart as if they were fresh from her mind. I remember ever single harsh word we exchanged, willing my mind to hurry past the bad, to focus on the sweet murmerings we later had. It takes a moment of course, and by the time I am almost to the point where she said she loved me, my sister is insisting that we must leave.

I look to the computer screen once more, hoping to see her smiling face on more time before I leave. But she's logged off, taking her flawless pictures with her. I slowly nod, placing the laptop to the side, and brace myself to re live my secerete I have not told her yet. The pain has gotten worse, wether from the guilt, or the simple fact of pain, I am not sure. Yet I am still standing strong, stronger than many thought I could, waiting for the next time I will see her beutiful smile. Waiting for when the moment will come when I slip back into sleep, hoping there won't be a boundry seperating me from her again. Waiting for that second, when I get to hold that girl in my arms, for real for once. When I will be able to tell that girl six thousand miles away, I love her, in person.