As I get started on my day, I think about how yours is nearly ending. Everytime I look at my watch, I know that yours must tell a different time. Each time I see the moon, I wonder how different it looks from where you are and whether it reminds you of me. I miss your voice, your smiles, your hand in mine. I miss you being here right beside me. Hurry back, okay?
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.