I ran across the street, to see you
To hold your hand, to feel you
I kissed you, hugged, you, held you close,
and it turned out to be a daydream.

Most of these students, sitting in the room, not paying attention at all.
A teacher, giving a lecture that falls on deaf & distracted ears.
And a Seventeen year-old young man, who misses you.

I'm such a fucking sap. I always thought I wouldn't ever be like this.
I used to think that I would be less of a man, if I said "I miss you" an hour after I get off the phone.
I obviously don't think like that anymore.

In Eight days, it'll be Two months.
I don't mind when you fall asleep before we get a chance to talk.
I love your letters, & I love your smile, & I love your laugh, & I love your gorgeous eyes.

I love you.