goodnight/goodmorning.
These hours stretch on forever, just waiting for you to get home, and knowing that when I wake up you will be settling down to sleep, how can one ever get used to such startling strange realisations? to know that one will never be together, and this relationship will all be phone calls and plane rides, never just train rides and love notes.
but just so you know, i’m waiting.
waiting for the day where we know this is what we need, we’ll pack our bags and run away from what is meant, we’ll live our lives how we want, hand in hand, side by side.
and then it wont be phonecalls, train rides, plane rides, it’ll be me and you and bike rides in love.
