4103 miles

I met you in the city I always took for granted; Concrete slabs and February blues, you fell in love with the city streets, and I did too.

I realized I needed you while you left for the only place that ever felt like home to me; evergreens and mountain landscapes shattering the horizon in a peaceful protest.

I loved you in the moments we stole; tucked away in my basement, drunkenly singing old songs and looking for bits of home in each other.

You're leaving, 4103 miles to separate us once more. Missing you will come in waves, but loving you has made me a better swimmer. If the tide swallows us, promise you won't let go.