...because these moments, they pass. all to quickly. there's a million moments i want to have, all of them include you. and i could wait for you, but i'd be to scared of what you say when you get here. so i am not waiting. if that's ok? just know that there are a million moments i want to have with you. they were beautiful too. i'll send you postcards, and they will all be glossy with the words "Wish You Were Here!" and pictures of a dying sun next to a calm ocean. i'll fill them completely with words of passion and romance, mystery and intrege.
i'll write you love letter that i never send. who actually sends love letters now? who take the time to read them? i know your number, but i still pretend i've lost my phone. i can't call, you'd accuse me of pranking you with heavy brething... but i just wanted to hear the smile in your voice. nobody answers the phone with a frown... i know you don't...
i wish i could sit on my roof tonight, but it's 91 miles away in a city that bairly feels like home anymore. and sadly, i can't claim to be from anywhere else. but if i could i'd watch the stars, and think of you...
...and hopefully, you'd be thinking of me too.
these are the "best days of my life", i am stringing them together moment by moment. someday i will look back... and i know i will wish i could have spent them with you, but at least i spent them. and if anything, if that's the only price to pay for happiness, i'd spend it again and again and again...
as long as you are there in the end.