For a certain someone...you know who you are
There are days when 150 miles feels like 1500, or 15.
When I think of you and the phone rings as if we share some telepathic wavelength unknown to the rest of the world.
When dark clouds of sorrow pervade my thoughts and you are my solace.
When I wonder if you care and then find little notes here that tell me you worry too.
Days that stretch into weeks of longing to simply lay beside you and caress your hair, and tell you life is beautiful.
Moondrenched nights of drunken idiocy, stumbling into your house barefoot and giggling. Taking phone calls I shouldn't and normally wouldn't but am too intoxicated to avoid, and the regret of not spending that time holding you instead.
Days spent recounting conversations and roadtrips of the past and yearning for more. Ala morter and pestle/coffeegrinder in Ardmore Oklahoma.
Days when I simply want to call and beg you to run away with me. When the future is so uncertain and the thought of spending one more day away from you makes my heart ache.
Days when I wonder where this is all going and what you want out of it but am too terrified to ask, for fear of losing what we already have.
Days when I wonder whether or not I should trust you and risk heartbreak.
And I realize, I LOVE YOU. I MISS YOU. And yes, It's hard being so far apart. SO many miles, so much distance between us. But I am here, for you, ALWAYS. And at a moment's notice, I'd drop everything and sell all my material crapola to do anything for you, anytime.
So when you're feeling mental, and questioning my love...or devotion, remember that you are the one I fall asleep and wake up thinking about, whose calls I look forward to every day, the one I want to spend every spare second of my time with. You are the one I drive 3 hours out of the way to see. And that's how I like it. Though if I had my way you'd be here, I'd be there or something like that.
And yeah, as if everyone didn't already know, I'm uber sentimental, super sappy ass bastard cause of you.
Any of you bitches that feel the need to make some snide shitty remark can go to hell. RAWR
There are days when 150 miles feels like 1500, or 15.
When I think of you and the phone rings as if we share some telepathic wavelength unknown to the rest of the world.
When dark clouds of sorrow pervade my thoughts and you are my solace.
When I wonder if you care and then find little notes here that tell me you worry too.
Days that stretch into weeks of longing to simply lay beside you and caress your hair, and tell you life is beautiful.
Moondrenched nights of drunken idiocy, stumbling into your house barefoot and giggling. Taking phone calls I shouldn't and normally wouldn't but am too intoxicated to avoid, and the regret of not spending that time holding you instead.
Days spent recounting conversations and roadtrips of the past and yearning for more. Ala morter and pestle/coffeegrinder in Ardmore Oklahoma.
Days when I simply want to call and beg you to run away with me. When the future is so uncertain and the thought of spending one more day away from you makes my heart ache.
Days when I wonder where this is all going and what you want out of it but am too terrified to ask, for fear of losing what we already have.
Days when I wonder whether or not I should trust you and risk heartbreak.
And I realize, I LOVE YOU. I MISS YOU. And yes, It's hard being so far apart. SO many miles, so much distance between us. But I am here, for you, ALWAYS. And at a moment's notice, I'd drop everything and sell all my material crapola to do anything for you, anytime.
So when you're feeling mental, and questioning my love...or devotion, remember that you are the one I fall asleep and wake up thinking about, whose calls I look forward to every day, the one I want to spend every spare second of my time with. You are the one I drive 3 hours out of the way to see. And that's how I like it. Though if I had my way you'd be here, I'd be there or something like that.
And yeah, as if everyone didn't already know, I'm uber sentimental, super sappy ass bastard cause of you.
Any of you bitches that feel the need to make some snide shitty remark can go to hell. RAWR
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bradleyoliver:
some times you need to drain the sap 
guitargeek:
I know for a fact that the above rant... does not apply to me either.