Beach
I've always wanted to go to the beach.
Now, as the last vestiges of the day of April 1st fades and April 2nd begins
I feel a sense of loss
I mean I am going where I have wanted to go for a long time
Yet I also feel like leaving something, someone very important behind
I know I will see her again. Yet this departure seems to signal the end of some beautiful newfound and now starting to weaken relationship.
I will miss you when I go. I will miss you more when you are the one who leaves.
I have said my goodbyes to you. No matter what I hope you say something to me when you go.
Something akin to a "I want to see you again when I get back" and a "I will miss you too"
Now as I finish packing my luggage filled with every necessity, I think of you and how I am not going to see you for the next 3 weeks. Of how I might not see you in more days than I can remember ever since we met. Call me crazy, but I can't help but think of you whenever I sleep and wake in the morning. At least that is what keeps me feeling that there is something to look forward to.
Yes, there is something to look forward to. You returning, and we being together again.
Me, having to go where I wanted to go. You going and having the best time of your life with your loved ones.
May our paths meet somewhere along the line. May our hands touch, our hearts feel for each other just a bit. May our reunion be the best there ever will be.
I miss you, no, I am looking forward to seeing you again. Whatever happens right? We'll see each other.
That's a promise
Now, as the last vestiges of the day of April 1st fades and April 2nd begins
I feel a sense of loss
I mean I am going where I have wanted to go for a long time
Yet I also feel like leaving something, someone very important behind
I know I will see her again. Yet this departure seems to signal the end of some beautiful newfound and now starting to weaken relationship.
I will miss you when I go. I will miss you more when you are the one who leaves.
I have said my goodbyes to you. No matter what I hope you say something to me when you go.
Something akin to a "I want to see you again when I get back" and a "I will miss you too"
Now as I finish packing my luggage filled with every necessity, I think of you and how I am not going to see you for the next 3 weeks. Of how I might not see you in more days than I can remember ever since we met. Call me crazy, but I can't help but think of you whenever I sleep and wake in the morning. At least that is what keeps me feeling that there is something to look forward to.
Yes, there is something to look forward to. You returning, and we being together again.
Me, having to go where I wanted to go. You going and having the best time of your life with your loved ones.
May our paths meet somewhere along the line. May our hands touch, our hearts feel for each other just a bit. May our reunion be the best there ever will be.
I miss you, no, I am looking forward to seeing you again. Whatever happens right? We'll see each other.
That's a promise