• Your touch is not felt. But yet all I want to do is hold you in my arms, and take you to my bed.
    We talk and talk and I feel I get to know a piece of you with each word you type. Tell me your secrets and I will never tell. Talk about your day and what made you mad or sad and I will listen.
    With each second, minute, hour I don’t talk to you, it makes me want the time we do talk to one another last forever. I ask you, why does land have to keep us apart? I wish the earth itself would bring us together. If you were here beside me, I would whisper in your ear “I love you” but I can not, this is what upsets me. I wish for you to come to me or me to you, to feel your skin against mine, your lips against mine. Why should our love be separated, and not in the same place? If only I could see you in person and tell you that I love you.