Blasé.

8,000 miles is a long way.
But that’s where you are.
I’ve really gotten to know you well over the last year or so.
And over the course of that year, I’ve seen you twice, in person.
But I feel like I know you so well.

I truly wish for a relationship with you. But the distance just won’t cut it.
Not to mention what he would think anyway.
But I don’t care. I just know that if you were here, we’d be together.

Its just crazy to think I won’t see you for probably another 8 months.
Its almost crazy talk when you mention vacationing together one day, but honestly, I promise, if I’m single then, I’ll do it. In a heartbeat.
And if I’m not, I hope for a wonderful friendship with you, as long as that were what you wanted.

Miss you, friend.

(Trust me, if I had the extra money, I’d come visit you.)