There are things that I wish for,
Every day that I am with you but yet not,
Across the miles,
Across the vast ocean.

I wish that I could hold you in my arms, my love,
Wipe away your tears and kiss you better,
Give you shelter when you need it,
And feel your breath against my ear as we talk.

I wish I could pull you up when you are down,
Laugh at the silly little things,
Draw faces on fogged-up glass,
And roll around in long grass in a gentle breeze.

I imagine us curled up on a sofa watching movies,
Fooling around and completely missing the plot,
Then starting all over again and never getting far,
Or ever knowing what actually happens.

I imagine us growing old,
Living life, loving life,
Just you and me,
And maybe a cat.

I imagine people not caring who you and I are,
I wish we are just happy,
Close,
Together.

I wish that distance wasn't such a fucking pain,
Because it hurts me not being there for you, with you,
I ache when I can't feel your touch, your breath against my skin,
But I guess that is what this long-distance-love is sometimes - painfully beautiful.