Could I ever fully explain to you what it means to me to see you smile? I think that perhaps because I cannot, I write instead, pouring all the love, anger, longing and sadness into characters who will never see the full sun or hear the music sound when you say I love you.

And I know you love me just as I love you, just as Romeo loves Juliet. And I know that someday we will no longer be parted by the sea and it will take God himself to pry me from your arms. But until then. Until then we are contained into thoughtful hellos though the narrow static of a phone line that is in disrepair. I don’t think I miss you. No it’s so much more than that.

You guide my thoughts and my emotions, you are the captain of my creativity, giving me the depths that I need to produce these words on this screen. Because of you I know love, because I you I know longing. Because of you I know what it means to live.