I'm surviving on pictures and phone calls, text messages with little emoticons that can in no way express my feelings adequately and cannot compare to the touch or scent of another human being. I'm missing the looks that you give: the slight raise of your brow when you're thinking or the twitch of those luscious lips when your trying not to laugh. I yearn for the warmth of your touch, the feel of your skin on mine, your lips on mine, your hand in mine. Those little things that mean so much. Every love song I hear makes me think of you and miss you that much more. My love is stretched over 2,000 miles. A distance my arms cannot reach no matter how far I stretch, no matter how much I might want them to. And yet it's the distance that makes me love you that much more. Despite how much I wish you were next to me.