We met on vacation and I have been great freinds since.
I hardly know you but of what I do know I can only conclude that I could truly love you if we were only given the luxury of time. It infuriates me that we are separated by such a vast distance. However, even though the frustration caused by such a separation drives me to the brink of rebellion, I am also humbled and great full for the great divide. If it were not for the simple truth of my own doubt I would of foolishly come to join you long ago. Would ever we have become such great friends if not for this geographic wedge between us. If we had not been separated would we have taken the time to learn of the others origins, stories or personality. At what point would licentious behavior taken control. And would friendship be aloud to blossom in the shade of lust. Would it have cost us our friendship, the foundation that all my previous relationships have completely and utterly lacked. Is our division a blessing in disguise. Is it a chance to allow our affection to grow the way it was intended to, over time. I immensely enjoy every conversation that we have. At night as I slip softly into the realm of unconscious surrender, it is to the fantasies and dreams of what it would be like to interact with you in person that invades my mind. Oh how wonderful in would be to converse with a flesh and blood being instead of this plastic piece of technology with it's limited forums offered by an electronic social medium. What it would be like to simultaneously embrace each other in our arms. The feeling of our skin as it brushes against one another. My exuberance at the repetitive motion of tracing a path through your hair with my figure tips as I slowly, softly caress you with my touch starting just above the top of the ear, continuing to the side of the neck and then ending my migration at the edge of your shoulder just to do and about-face and repeat the path in reverse. The sight of our breath as it lingers in the cold winter air. No longer strangers split apart by thousands of miles but a single being sharing a moment of rapture. In these fantasies I think of what could be and what is yet to come. Oh how I yearn for the day that I will wake from these torturous dreams and you will be there next to me. So then I wait patiently to help me believe that this is the real me and not some fool hearty child that longs blindly for embrace and an end to solidarity. Who clings to the first distributor of loving affection regardless of their sincerity or authenticity. I will not be a patron on a ship of fools. So this will be my reason, my hope to believe in. Even if I am alone where I dwell I am not alone in the world. And the cold emptiness of my isolation will no longer penetrate deep into my heart, it will not touch me for this is my proving ground and I will not fail at the task.