The moment that our body's met,

Was the day that all the consecutive numbers, all the slahes on my calnder had finally reached zero.

When your love stretchs 1,968 miles, you don't get to see each other too often.

It's phone call, after Skype,

After texts, after flights,

Because we just want to talk to each other that often.

When I reached to give her her presents, I accidently kept touching her hand because each brush of skin I felt was one closer to that I've we've never felt before.

And even though she kept looking down I wondered if she wanted either or..

Or if maybe I was focussing on her eyes too much to even know what she was saying, i'ts just that when 1,968 miles is right in front of you it's hard to keep from gazing.

I think I held her hand constantly since that day that we ment, because i knew I had to hold on to any grip I could get,

Any kiss I could get,

And smile, any laugh, and hug I could get..

Anything I could get I had to hold onto.

The night she said she had to go back home I don't think I could even cry.

I stayed up all night with purple moons stamped under my eyes, wondering if she would still see me as worth pursuing..

And a year later thats exactky what we're doing,

I just started counting and slashing the numbers again,

Until this 1,968 miles can finally end.