Tears aren’t a sign of weakness. In fact, they’re just a sign that you’re human. I should’ve known better. I’ve been bottling up my feelings for far too long, telling myself that it’s okay when it’s really not; trying to maintain composure in front of everyone when only God knows how much I miss you. I miss you, it hurts.
We barely have time for each other now and it’s taking its toll on me. Missing you sucks. Time difference sucks. I just want a few uninterrupted hours of you; but even that’s impossible given the fact that we’re really 13 hours apart, it’s crazy. I’m losing my mind. Missing you and not having you here makes me crazy. Everything is just crazy.
I’m sleeping with these salty years tonight. I’m not weak. These tears are just proof that I’m human. I break too. My heart aches at the thought of you and how bad I want to see you, just to be able to see you physically and not just through a phone/laptop screen.
I’m truly envious of the people who get to see you everyday.
I can’t wait to be in same time zone as you.
Whenever that is, even if it’s a year from now, I’m already anticipating for that day.
It’s going to be another long week without you. Dear God, give me the strength.
Is it so wrong that your presence makes me strong?