Time Zones

This post is about right now.
Three hours further into time is she.
Lovesick?


Days are coming when I will see her less.
When I will hear her less.


What will it be like when I see her all the time?
Maybe I will write less.
I'd have less time in front of a computer and more time in her embrace.


Don't want to wake you, but I miss you. 
Want to laugh with you.


What is this novel feeling?
To think I couldn't be more consumed and yet my reality baffles me further.
If absence makes the heart grow fonder, what will become of me after a year's time?


I heard once that to know whom it is you truly love, is to know someone that inspires you.
Without a doubt, she inspires me.
She inspires me to push myself to the outer breaches of my potential. 


I haven't had a best friend...truly a best friend in so long.
For a story written about a boy so lonesome at his journey's inception, it could only be of the perfect art of Yahuah's storytelling to have a character evolve so much. Humanity's concept of perfection only emulates all that He has already done.
We fail.
But to be a part of this story, and to be in touch with the writer?
What a life to live!
Even within this short time...so much He has done.
I wonder at what He has in store for us. What wonders will present themselves as we journey our lives together.


I miss you terribly and am trying to enjoy this burden of loving you from afar, but I know and am excited that we will linger in one another's life to reach a time where we are so much closer.


Until the end of time, even?


I hope so.


I began this letter with lamenting.
Now I've found comfort in venting.


What's wrong with being honest?
To be open?


To be genuine and accepted is what I've dreamt to become.
My dream is a reality and I have had no greater earthly love:

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