~The years we've yet to share~

There is this girl I love. It's not your everyday kind of love but she's not your everyday kind of girl. You see we are separate but she has touched the deepest part of me... loved the unlovable things and brought a colorful light to my darkest place. Though we are apart I never feel alone. I just soak in the beautiful warm memories we made together.
I dream of that lazy afternoon when she will once again join me in my pick-up truck, hit the dirt road, windows down, music up, her feet on my lap, her head out the window with the warm summer breeze in her hair.
I want to pull up to our spot on the beach and watch her dance barefoot in the sand, grab her, pull her close, swaying slowly in the moonlight, her head on my chest... lost in a long soft embrace.

As I lay here miles away, as the night grows heavy and my body begs for sleep... my heart; it keeps me awake.
It longs for her, it has always known her, it is lost without her... it misses her so.
Her last words to me still linger in my head
When she speaks I can't hear anything else.
Nothing could distract me, I hang on her every word.
She has become a warm safe place where life's fears and love's disappointments fade.
Her spirit comes to me at night and whispers reassurances of love to my heart. She knows it misses her and it knows she won't abandon us, not now... before we truly start. So I wait here. Remembering the passionate kisses we had. Reminiscing about the sweet love we made and cherishing the years we have yet to share.
I pray today she will be in my tomorrow,
holding my hand at my life's end.