I think that’s what makes us special.
Knowing that, no matter what happens, no matter how far apart we are,
I can always run back to you. And you can do the same.
An hour away.
And yet another delay.
I run past the crowds, hoping I’m not late.
Hoping she’ll still wait.
Thinking back, to a time more simple and young.
Back to a time, when life seemed more fun.
Snow cones in mid November
Laughs, and talks of making the world better.
Whispers, and passing of notes in class.
A single year, moving so fast.
And yet, in you, I can confide
My deepest fears, the things I try to hide.
But instead of push, you held me close, and held me tight.
Reassuring me, telling me I’ll be alright.
And so I’ll walk, I’ll run, I’ll sprint if I have to.
All of my efforts are worth it for you.
And so I ran, and I ran, until I finally see
You sitting on the front porch, just as you said.
Waiting for me.
