As the light shines through my window I can’t help but stare at the ceiling and count my blessings. 10 fingers, 10 toes, living to see another night, but most importantly there’s another chance for me to see your face. The night is long and even you’ve grown impatient. Lying here anxiously waiting to get weary enough to drift to sleep and dream about you. The idea is almost as distant as you are. The minutes we spend under the moonlight making pity for ourselves does us no good, yet it draws us close like the ocean tide. My love for you is too strong, it deepens immensely every night. 


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