Midnight Kisses

I sit here listening to "The Cave" by Mumford and Sons, and the only thing that crosses my heart is the feeling of missing somebody. Being halfway around the world isn't fun, it's rather depressing. 
I cling to the memory of kisses in the dark that taste of english tea, hands that fit in mine, embraces that seem to last forever and that sweetly choke the air out me, cologne that makes my senses spin, and soft skin and lips that seem to dance on me leaving a mark on my soul. Things that make me realize that I got what I asked for, but I forgot the fine print: I live halfway around the world (something that can always be fixed).


There are moments in my days when I stare at the sky, or at a plant leaf and remember. Smiles, laughs, cheers cross my mind making my body go numb and tingly at the same time. Maybe I'm making a big fuss about what happened, but I don't care, it's what I feel. Is it wrong of me to feel what I'm feeling? Should I feel less? I place my hand over my heart, close my eyes and wonder either out loud or to myself "Are you feeling the same?" I ask angels to send you red roses in my name and if you see butterflies, don't worry, it's only me letting you know that I'm keeping you in my heart safe and sound. 


If you've been hurt in the past, I'm sorry I wasn't there to hold you and tell you "Everything'll be alright, I promise." I wish I could've been there, I really do. But I'm here now, waiting for us to be together again. What can I say? I fell in love with you the day we met. That's right, I fell in love with you the day I met you. It was and still is the happiest moment in my life. The moment you took my hand in yours when the lights went out, gazing into my eyes, I knew that it was no accident that I met you. 


I don't care if I sound cheesy, I'd rather be cheesy than dishonest.