Miles

     Miles are all that separate and prevent us from being all we can be for each other. Asphalt and rest stops, gas stations and fast food is all that keeps me from you. My truck is old but dependable and if it should break down time is all that keeps me away. I will fix the problem like I usually do, except for that heart of yours that you said couldn’t be mended. I decided we needed space to try and figure out if our love was a true and lasting love, or if we needed miles of asphalt and rest stops, gas stations and fast foods between us? The late-night phone calls when not much was said but the silence wasn’t a hang up, it was just two hearts trying to say the right things. Time went on as did we living counted miles alone and deeply in love saying “I love you” across the many miles of wire realizing today would be the day I came home. You will hear me driving up as that old dependable truck of mine went through some very temporary repairs somewhere between a gas station and a fast food joint.

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