it’s cardigan weather, hot tea weather, cuddling weather.
it’s the type of weather that leaps into my mind whenever i think of missing you.
it’s you, it’s you.

the sun has slipped behind the mountains and there isn’t any wind, just the silence. silence and emptiness. and it hurts.. i hurt. it hurts with a phantom pain to know that you’re 1,000 miles away and i don’t see your smile every morning. there are a million things i take for granted but i won’t ever forget you.it’s a gray shadowland here and most everything seems empty, like a coffee cup with only dregs and grounds in the bottom. it’s a bittersweet kind of loneliness and i must confess that i don’t know just how i feel. it’s like the constant pangs of loss mixed in with joy and happiness, and i feel like a little child trying to sort out all of these feelings.
but it’s you, it’s you.

“well, i hope that we find each other
before i lose myself.
and time means nothing at all
oh, our minds are stronger than we give them credit for.
distance means nothing at all.”

it’s monotony and it’s beauty, these days spent waiting. and these days a wish seems stronger than anything but hope seems stronger still. i still feel your hand in mine and still see the light in your eyes and that’s all i know of home.