• He's different.
    Unlike anyone else she's ever cared for.
    Rough and strong and prepared.
    He takes everything easily and understands more than he lets on.
    Wise beyond his years.
    He loves her, that much is true.
    And she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel the same.
    Because the pain she feels when he's not around is torturous.
    She feels so weak, so fragile for needing him so terribly.
    No matter how much she wants to be strong.
    To be brave until she can be his.
    But his hands still ghost around her arms.
    His arms linger, holding her even when he's far away.
    She wonders if he misses her too?
    And the answer is obvious that he does.
    For his eyes tell nothing but honesty.
    And it soothes her that each day,
    Each hour that passes,
    Serves as just another day closer,
    Another hour nearer.
    Where his arms can hold her close again.
    Severing the distance in one swift motion.