They say, that distance, makes the heart grow fonder. But this distance is torment. Every second becomes an hour, every breath stills, eyes no longer blink, only longing for you. If this distance has not killed me already, the lack of a reply surely did. Every instant spent impatient, impatient for your sight. Every second spent reliving the moments with you. This distance is agonizing. Every night, dreaming of being in your arms praying it’s sooner than later. Heart aching, eyes yearning, For this distance is pure torture.