It is so unfair to want you. You are so far, yet feel so close. I have to face the reality whenever I lay my head down at night; alone and untouched. I keep thinking of your lips and how they belong tangled up with mine. Your body belongs right here, your hands all over, your tongue just there.

To look at a map and see the distance between you and I is torture, if only you were just a few inches away from me, as it looks on this piece of paper, instead of hundreds of miles away. I’m ready to step foot on the plane; it is time for us to take off.