.roadtrip.

Today was such a relaxing day...a day for quiet contemplation.

As I mused silently to myself for the greater part of the day, more often than not, I felt my mind shift ever so gradually back to you with each new topic.

It is like a constant aura surrounds my thoughts...a constant feeling of undeniable happiness pervades each consideration.

As I sit here now, listening to the rich harmonies of one of my favorite folk singers, I cannot help but imagine what we would be doing on this quiet Sunday if it was just you and I.

Perhaps we would walk outside and breathe in the crisp scent of winter and take in the natural beauty.

Maybe we would stay inside, snuggled close, and spend time laughing over the thousands of absurd inside jokes we have already accumulated in such a short span of time.

Oh, just maybe we would take that roadtrip we long to go on...you know...the one where we will not tell a soul where we're going...and the truth is, we will not even know where we're going.

We will just drive.

I will dangle my hand out the window like I always do, and I will smile over at you as you sing along softly to the music.

We will stop in the most arbitrary places and the most unique places, always taking the time to just reflect on how fortunate we are to have found each other in this maddening world.

So, here's hoping that we'll take that trip someday...and maybe, who knows...this trip we have embarked on together may last a lifetime.

.two separate lives have never been as beautifully intertwined as ours.

Oftentimes, I step outside into God's beautiful creation to enjoy what He has set before me in this part of the world that I am so blessed to have lived in for most of my life.

The beauty of today was undeniable...the soft afternoon light touched the trees in such a way that made me sigh in awe of how wonderfully splendid nature can be.

I sat there outside as the slight breeze gathered my hair around my shoulders and gently laid it to rest across them. I wished for you to be here with me.

I know that you would join me in an afternoon walk of the most wonderful type, one that involves not only deep, meaningful conversation...but also one that takes moments to stand together silently and just breathe it all in.

After all, I am a firm believer that nature is not always meant to be enjoyed in the confines of a solitary life...to have someone there with you who appreciates it as much as you do is nothing short of a blessing.

So please...know that it is moments like these that make me miss you the most, moments like these that make your absence all the more acute. I may be one voice, singing alone tonight about the depth of my care for you, but soon, I know you shall be here, joining in on my melody that I sing.

But even in my loneliness and solitude, I know that through the thousand miles that separate us, our hearts still lie close together tonight, melding and meshing into one in perfect harmony.

And I wait...as usual...to see your sweet face again, to cup your chin in my hand and to tell you how I really feel...I think you know it, but hearing it will be all the more sweeter, don't you agree?

.you.

I am not into the idea of living without you.

No more you? Might as well hand me a sentence for a life lacking all the little parts of you that make me smile. Please say this is it for you too...there's nothing more without you.

Please forgive me if I seem to gush about my sentiments for you...I honestly cannot help it because you are so wonderfully inspiring to me.

I have made it my personal mission to find out all the little things that make you tick...what brings that light into your eyes...what makes your heart feel full to the point of bursting?

With each little tidbit of information I find out about you, I feel even closer to you. I want to be that one for you for all time...the one who just knows.

No words have to be exchanged...we will just know.

I will be able to look into your eyes again in 20 days and see the depth of your care for me...and I know that when you gaze into mine, there will be no hiding just how much I care for you.

Even if you came out here to see me and you never told me those three words, I would still know them in my heart, my darling. It's not so much that I need to hear them, but when I do...oh, there will be nothing to compare.

Truly, did you know how closely you hold my heart now?
It is at one with yours.

Though I am not into the idea of being without you, your voice, your laugh, your words...they all make this absence more bearable.

So here I am again, counting down the days until I can see you again and the hours until I can hear your voice again...and rest assured, those waits are precious to me...because it makes talking to you all that more special. <3

.speak.

Your voice holds so much within it, my dear.

With each word you speak to me, I feel more and more at peace because I know that I am with you.

No, not physically...but truly, my heart draws nearer and nearer to yours.

Though this connection we have each night is a far cry from what we hope/wish/dream of, I know that I feel closer and closer to you each time you call me your darling.

So much weight is carried in the inflections of your voice, and the adorable little ways that you go about saying certain words resonate within my heart each night because I grow more and more attached to that voice.

I know that, in a wide crowd of people, if I heard your voice calling my name, I would stop in my tracks and search you out...that is how important hearing you is to me.

So, each night, when I'm lying downstairs in my darkened basement, awaiting your call, I eagerly anticipate the moment when I shall hear your voice again as I tuck you close to my ear and listen to the sweet tones of you.

With each laugh, every shared moment and all the tones of endearment that find their way across the spiraling phone lines and into our awaiting ears, I shall grow closer and closer to you.

I know that when I come to find you at the airport in 21 days, I will literally just stop and listen to your voice...because, when I have all of you in front of me, it will be good to remember just how important that one part of you is to me when you're not here.

Please never stop letting me listen to you, my darling...I would be content with hearing you, and only you, for the rest of my life.

.little did i know.

I never thought I'd be so anxious to see January.

When I left you that day at your hotel, I didn't realize that I was driving away from the one who literally holds my heart captive.

I swear, I didn't know when I was sitting there with you in that random parking lot, my head nestled into your shoulder, that I would be longing to relive that moment just days later.

I didn't know that the few hours that we did spend together would soon integrate themselves to the most often replayed moments in my head.

I didn't know that I would think of you with every laugh that shakes my body, each dream I entertain, or every beautifully crafted sunset...if I had known how palpable your absence would be, I would have clung tighter to you when you had to leave.

Missouri seems drab this time of year. The endless see-sawing back and forth between snow and rain, mild and harsh and pleasant and dreary has taken its toll on my spirits.

But when you were with me in that gray city...no place else on Earth was as beautiful or as highly sought after to me. There was no place I'd rather be.

When I left you that day...I did not know how unbearable your departure would be until the next morning. I awoke, excited but oddly empty because you were not near.

I never thought I'd see the day that I wished for the odd, dreary month of January...but since this month, just like the city you visited, holds the promise of you...I think of little else.

And finally the silence,
Looking out, looking back across the sky.
Trying to find a meaning
Knowing that I just left it all behind.

.this isn't romantic as much, but you know how i feel.

Leave.

The need to get away has overwhelmed me lately. Breaking free of this Western society's expectations of what is good, noble and true has been impacted upon my heart again and again as my ventures into further understanding Christian spirituality have solidified this notion.

My heart keeps telling me that there is much, much more spreading across this continent's expanse...so much more out there for me. Beyond this small-town, stop sign riddled area, there lies a wealth of opportunities.

It makes sense that you are so far away. You are out in the unknown, far away from what has surrounded my daily life...and I love it. You speak of bustling cities, crowds walking quickly and never-ending open eyes...the city that never sleeps is literally in your backyard.

I sit here, kicking pine needlings with my feet, wishing that I could run/fly/walk/drive to where you are, take you by the hand, and discover what this life is truly about.

You and I, we know that this is more than a religion. It is a relationship. How can the relationship we have with God ever be relevant if we do not actively seek to build relationships with others who so desperately hold their chapped hands out, begging for relief and truth?

We both know that it is quite impossible. That is why I am so glad that I have stumbled upon you, someone who shares this insatiable passion to help, seek and manifest what God has so wonderfully given us.

These Ozark bluffs reach to the sky, filled with towering walls of limestone and shale that seemingly fade into the hazy clouds that hang low. I stand there, collecting leaves from the towering oaks that dwarf me and wish, wish, wish we could just leave it all.

Leave.

They say that you cannot grow until you leave behind what you have always known. If you sit there, festering in that stagnant pool of water you were birthed in, you shall spoil.

The endless velvet sky is spread before me now. The hills are hidden behind this veil of darkness that has been so artfully draped over my slice of this globe. The cosmos taunt me with the sheer madness and beauty of their endless expanse, and I reach toward them, wishing to uncover the grand mysteries behind their twinkling facades.

I wish to leave.

I wish for you to come with me.

I wish to change, make a difference, do something worthy of this life given to me.

To waste this precious gift our Father has given us...a tragedy.

You and I, we shall not waste it. We shall soon be together and I will caress your hand as we both ponder the infinite beauty our Lord has show us...and we will not waste this life. We will not waste this life.

We will leave what society wants us to do...and we will not waste this life.

.tis the season to tell someone how you feel.

When I awoke this morning, the sun was streaming in my window and dancing across my face.

I blinked my eyes and cuddled closer to my blankets, silently missing you more than ever before, it seems.

Each day that passes brings a new level of trust and companionship with you, but it also sees the increase in the intensity with which I miss you.

I lay in bed for a few moments longer, staring at my ceiling and wondering about you and really just wondering how I got so lucky.

Last night was very special to me...for some reason, it really just made me feel so close to you. All our talks are to be cherished, but there was something about last night that made the longing to be by your side nearly unbearable...

It's Christmas Eve...and that means a large dinner and an even larger amount of company. In the midst of all the laughter and fellowship, I will feel at peace because I will be holding steadily onto your heart. I know that the entire night will be filled with my wishing that you would be my Christmas present because, truly, you would be a far better gift than anything currently residing under our tree. :]

You seem to be the touchstone of my days and a constant reminder to slow down and remember. You always remind me to remember how this beautifully crafted relationship would never have been possible if not for Him.

Only half a month has already taught me the difference between the emoticons you use, the zip code for New Jersey and how closely a Chia Pet can bond me to another.

Well, it's not just the Chia Pet.

It's you. All of you.

.wish you were here.

Oh, my dearest...I need you so much closer.

I stood there today, wishing you would come bounding around the corner to take me away to watch the sun set over these Missouri hills.

I know that there is 1097 miles separating us at this exact moment in time, but truly, if there was a way for me to be where you are, you know I would be by your side in an instant.

To capture your hand in mine, to hold your gaze with mine, even to feel your presence near mine...it would be pure bliss.

I stood there today, wanting you here. Knowing that you are mine but that you cannot be here brings out the terribly selfish side of me...I want you near me always.

I want to cook you dinner and kiss the nape of your neck as I set your plate in front of you.
I want to rub your shoulders when you are stressed and brew you tea when you're sick.
I want to walk with you out in the mist of the night, counting stars and our many blessings as we are sweetly aware of each other's presence.

Quite simply put, my dear, I want you. Every part of you is beautiful to me.
I quite adore you...most ardently.

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see.

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all.

.falling fast.

I cannot tell you how excited I was to read the beautiful letter you wrote me today.

Your words, poured out across that page, meant more to me than anything. You managed to capture your heart in three pages, and I loved every bit of it...and I cannot thank you enough for telling me those things.

Truly, each sentence was precious to me. I'm sure that, within the span of a few months, I will have the letter memorized just like the first one you wrote me because I will have read it so many times.

I could literally feel your heart reaching out to mine across this distance, my dear...and I ever so gratefully clasped my hand to my own heart, for the feeling of your presence was so utterly wonderful.

I have fallen for you. Completely.
I am yours.

.you make me happy.

My days seem so much lighter and carefree now that you are a part of them.

Knowing that there is someone out there, albiet 700 miles away, who will always listen to me and care for me is truly a wonderful feeling.

And I surely hope you have a similar one, because this girl is hopelessly head-over-heels for you.

I spend my time thinking about what I want to tell you, what I want to show you and what I want to experience with you...each of these thoughts grow more and more precious to me with each passing day as we grow closer and closer.

Can you imagine us a few years from now?

We'll finally have a chance to get lost together just like we did on that rainy day in St. Louis. We'll discover even more oddities as we stray further and further from the beaten path...and we'll love each minute of it.

I know I will, at least, because any moment with you will be a cherished one.

In the middle of nowhere, we will embrace for a long time as our hearts are connected together stronger than ever...and the distance shall separate us no more.

.adore.

I am absolutely adoring you.

It's true...you are the highlight of my day and the special person I want to tell everything to.

Driving home tonight, the fog was thick and I could barely see as I leaned over my steering wheel to see the faint yellow lines on the road.

Though I was intent on driving, all I could think about was you. I wondered what you were doing and what you were thinking...and hoped you were thinking of me.

I sent a little prayer your way, thanking God for just you in general...because you are so very wonderful to me.

So here I am, falling ever more quickly for you with each passing day...we grow closer and closer together as I grow dangerously closer to letting those three words slip from my mouth because, at times, the need to tell you simply overwhelms me.

I adore you. I adore you. I absolutely, irrefutably adore you.

.no more dreaming.

I find myself daydreaming a lot lately...

I've always been the type to zone out while staring at some distant object that no one but me really sees, but recently, I catch myself just sitting there and imagining quite frequently.

You're the topic of these daytime escapes from reality...obviously, since you are the one who encaptures most of my thought processes daily.

I can see us, a few years from now, in our own apartment with the windows open and the curtains blowing in the breeze, running around and laughing at each other's antics. I'll gallavant around in my favorite pair of cotton shorts and a loose T-shirt and cook you enough pigs in a blanket to feed an army.

You'll probably still be wearing your favorite pair of black comfy pants that your mom gives you grief about because you wear them so often. Our dog will most certainly be called by the hilarious name we have already decided, and we shall spend our evenings snuggled together on the couch and sharing about our days...in person, for once.

So, it's simply a daydream for now...but never before have my dreams so closely toed the line to reality in my mind. I can very well see these lofty ideas coming true.

Each time I hear your voice, I am reassured that the sweet sounds of your words have most assuredly bridged the gap between my dreams and my reality. :]

.dying to let you know...

Oh, there are many different ways to eloquently explain feelings...

Endless combinations of words, gestures and signs can be used to tell someone how you feel, but for me, only a few words can sum up how I feel about you.

Nothing else seems worthy, really...my feelings for you literally overtake me sometimes, rendering me silent and unable to string together words in complete sentences.

Truly, you make this girl melt at the sweet way you say "coffee" and the way you tell me that you want to take care of me when my head hurts.

Can I be that girl for you for all time? The one you want to make you macaroni & cheese...the one who makes you say "sweet mercy"...the one who makes you want to travel miles and miles to see?

I hope so...because, truly, you will always be the boy that makes me put my hand over my mouth when you tell me that I'm beautiful...the one who I want to visit Bill Nye with...the one who's hand I want to hold forever, if you'll let me.

So, here I am over here in Missouri...literally stuffing my fingers in my mouth when I want to let those words slip out because I want to look in your eyes when I tell you them...because, truly, I mean them with all of my heart. Every bit of it.

.thanks.

You bring out the romantic in me.

Today, when you told me I was beautiful, the sincerity of your words literally made me clutch my heart, for it was beating so fast with pure joy.

It's the little nuances like that that really make my heart sing...and you have already figured that out in the span of a few short weeks.

You're smart. :]

I put together a package for you today and I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it because it all had to do with you. I got joy out of thinking about your reaction to the different items I decided to send you, and I was thrilled.

I mean, my whole being is happy when I think about your care for me. You truly do complete me and compliment me in all the ways I never thought anyone could.

So...thank you for being so truly wonderful...and knowing my heart well enough to make it yours completely.

.stunned silence.

It has always been easy for me to express myself through writing...and a few kind people have told me that I have a way with words.

Any emotion or feeling was fair game. I was always able to pour my soul out onto the paper and let the words seep through my fingertips to dance across the page.

But, for some reason, when I try to talk about you or describe you, my tongue gets tied up. Words do not seem wise, for even they cannot capture your soul.

My meager attempts to do you justice through this paltry language we speak do not measure up to what you deserve, I know this.

But...do you know that you are all I have ever wished for? Truly, a dream come true...a fleeting dream that had only haunted me previously when I slept.

But no, you are living, breathing proof of a watchful Father who cares deeply for the happiness shared between two who so ardently seek after His will.

With each breath I take, each time I step, and every blink of an eye, I shall strive to turn the praise back to Him for you...for you are truly His, anyways.

Distance? What does that mean? Nothing...for two hearts could not be closer than ours.

.snow.

I sat in the back of my father's Jeep today as we drove home in the deepening night down the snowy backroad that leads to my house.

I stared out the window, watching the hills rise and fall in their pure white beauty, heaving up and down like a the chest of a panting runner.

I traced my finger across the fog on the window as usual, drawing shapes and following the cresting bluffs with my eyes.

I knew that you had snow too, and oddly enough, I felt connected to you in that small way.

Hustling around all day, I still felt like I was in slow motion and very detatched from the fray around me. I saw with such clarity today, and once again, saw His presence following me around like a faithful shadow.

It's weird how unaware some people are and what a difference a kind word or a geniune smile can do. I know you'd appreciate this revelation, for you're the kind of person who loves to make the days of others better.

Observing others is what I love to do. Sitting back, being quiet and just listening is one of my favorite pastimes. You learn a lot that way. You and I would be quite the pair, sitting there and just watching.

Or maybe, we would be traversing those snowy, gently rolling hills, hand in hand, looking up at the gray sky in awe.

Either way, as long as it's with you, I'm content. Well, more than content. More like ecstatic...or euphoric...you get the idea.

So here I am, once again, counting down the days until I can see you again...but for now, I am finding comfort in pressing my nose against that foggy window and feeling your heart reaching towards mine through the snowy expanse that separates us.

.you are wonderful.

My darling,

I woke up this morning and the first thought on my mind was you. I rolled over and blinked in the sunlight and thanked God for your presence in my life.

You are so very wonderful to me.

The little things I do throughout the day, they are but a mere distraction from my devotion of my thoughts to you. You are always on my mind.

There is such a beauty in seeking passionately after what is most desirable to a person. For me, watching someone wholly give their being to our lovely Heavenly Father is beautiful...and, my dear, you are the epitome of that!

And, dare I say it, I believe you are also passionately seeking after me...as I am after you. Our relationship is absolutely gorgeous...and I know it's because our Father has deemed it right.

There are so many little things about you that I love...your devotion to your family, your kind spirit and your drive to help others. Your penchance for macaroni & cheese, your adorable accent and the cute way you say "Sweet mercy!" have seriously stolen my heart.

But, covering all that, your devotion to God is so, so apparent. And that, my dear, is beautiful. Your beautiful heart is what I have fallen for, head over heels...and you must know by now that I wouldn't have it any other way.

.missing you...of course.

When we first met, I wondered if it was possible to miss someone so terribly...in only a few days, no less.

Goodness, can I even begin to describe how much I feel like my heart is constantly reaching out to touch yours?

Truly, my heart is currently residing in New Jersey...you know this, because you've stolen it.

Oh, God is so good...I feel I cannot hide the smile that is constantly radiating from my visage because His goodness has been so apparent to me lately...all because of you, my wonderful.

You truly are wonderful...I cannot wait to see your sweet face again. I want to hold your hands in mine and tell you all about what He has done for me lately. I know that you would love to listen to me...nearly as much as I love listening to you.

And, my dear, I know that others may not understand...but God is faithful! I need you so much closer, but my needs can be put aside for this beautiful, beautiful relationship.

My heart is full almost to the point of bursting with my emotions for you.
I miss you so very much.

.bliss.

My mom always said I was a precocious child.

Forever asking questions, she told me I drove her nuts sometimes because I asked about things she really couldn't explain to a three-year old.

Not much has changed...I still ask a lot of questions. I always want to see the big picture, get all the facts and attain as much knowledge as possible.

I question almost everything...but then, I met you.

Can I just tell you how amazing it is that I have never questioned our relationship and whether or not it will work?

I just know that God wanted this...He so clearly wanted this.

And that makes me happy enough to shut my mouth and stop questioning the infinite beauty of this union.

Because, really, I don't need to ask about it...it's all there in front of me when you speak to me and tell me of your care for me.

And you must know by now that I reciprocate that wholeheartedly...and I surely cannot wait until I'm able to run my hand over your cheek again and pour my soul into those probing green eyes of yours.

So call me mushy and unbridled in my emotion, but for once, I'm okay with it...okay enough not to question the giddy feeling I get when you speak to me or the rush of blood to my heart when you call me yours.

I am not my own; I am so undeniably yours. And His. Three strands cannot be easily broken.

.path.

"In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy path..."

How beautiful is that? If we can seek so ardently after Him in every aspect of our lives, God will personally direct our lives in the way He so desires for us to live them.

Who better to plan my life's path than the Creator of all?

Today was a dismal day. Rain. Rain. Rain.

Oh, and some slush.

But mostly rain.

But that verse, it circled my head, softly whispering in my ear, reminding me of how infinitely wonderful God's plan for my life is.

Today, it seems much clearer how beautiful that path is...simply because you're now walking alongside me.

The rain, it dripped across my brow as I pulled my scarf tighter, but I was lost in another realm again.

We were walking down a sun-dappled path together, gazing up at the glorious sky, and thanking Him for bringing these two hearts together.

.wait.

The image of a bride when she is prepared for her groom is a one that is used throughout the Bible to explicate the most radiant kind of beauty.

Imagine that kind of powerful love, the kind needed to make a marriage last...that's the love the Father has for us and the love that He wishes us to know.

Truly, I am constantly looking forward to the day when I can look into your eyes and see that you have so much love in you. I already know your care is deep, but that precious emotion of love is one worth waiting for.

We both know we're in this for committment, much like that beautiful bride slowly traversing the aisle toward her true love.

It seems certain aspects are irrelevant right now, for our feelings know no distance or span of time.

I am good at waiting, especially for someone as infinitely wonderful as you. Time shall not hold me back, nor the miles that separate us.

You and I, we shall defy the odds.

.frozen here.

The ice came last night, engulfing every living blade of grass in its own chamber of sparkling, crystalline beauty.

The entire world was made of diamonds this morning as the trees bowed to the ground under the weight of all their splendor.

I thought of you and how you would love to sit here with me next to the fire and gaze out the window as God traced His fingers across this landscape, making it shine brighter than the sun.

I thought the ice would shatter if I touched it with my fingers...beauty so powerful should be delicate and fleeting.

I thought the idea of us was far too beautiful for me to ever come close to, yet alone attain.

But, as I ran my fingers over the solid expanse of ice that caught our windchime in mid-swing, I knew that we, like the ice, were strong.

The ice will melt soon. The rivers of water will find paths through the slender green grass and gather in puddles around the bases of the once-entombed trees.

But we, oh, we shall stay close. Dreams will pale in comparison to our relationship, and we shall outlast all the seasons, my dear.

This winter wonderland is beautiful. But, oh, I plan on seeing spring with you too...and summer...and fall...

For all time.

It's beautiful.

It's strange how, when I touched your hand for the first time, it wasn't so much a jolt of triumph as that feeling of coming home for the first time in quite awhile.

Don't get me wrong...I was so happy. So happy.

But it was more than that. It was like all the loose ends had been tied up, all the puzzle pieces placed perfectly and all the questions answered.

I was complete in that moment when your thumb caressed my knuckles and I knew that we were supposed to be in this rainy city at this time together.

It felt so good to be with you. I know that God put a smile on our faces that day because He wanted us there. He was so present in this entire situation that even the most skeptical cynics couldn't deny the overwhelming notion that this relationship was meant to be.

I usually avoid using cliches, but that's what we are...meant to be.

Even in my deepest desires and needs, I don't think I even brushed my fingertips with the notion of someone as perfectly wonderful as you. This is so beautifully different that it's unreal.

Our heads aren't meant to comprehend what's intended for the heart...and you, oh, you are solidifying this notion.

I'll never be able to wrap my mind around how insanely perfect this God-crafted relationship will be. You are beautiful in every aspect to me, and I am counting the seconds until I can be in your arms again...

Still, without your physical embrace, I know you will be with me during every sunset and every glimpse of beauty in nature that I happen to see. You find beauty in places I do, and I take such comfort in that.

Hours upon hours could be spent with you, probing the depths of our hearts and seeking after the Truth that He offers...I plan on spending much more than mere hours with you though.

I'm looking for the Master's plan now...and while I would never claim to know the ways of an all-powerful God, I think I can see where this is headed...at least, I hope it's headed here.

The euphoria of this union won't wear away for me. This is so different. So brilliant.

It's beautiful.

.time is on our side.

Oh, the rain stung my cheeks today, but still, I couldn't help but smile when I think of you.

The concrete turned deep gray in the spots where the trees hung over, heavy with rain. Their leaves were like cupped hands, bowing to spill droplets on my head and across the ground.

I walked carefully, avoiding the cracks, and looked up at the tumbling clouds, pushing past each other hurriedly like shoppers in a crowded mall, racing for a bargain.

We both look up at the same sky, tracing our fingers around the shapes in the clouds and we sit and think about the beauty in this world and we give credit to Him, oh yes, we do.

Even in the rain, I know you could find beauty in this just as I do. The fierce meshing of the rain-laden clouds created a kind of stark sensory explosion in my eyes as I struggled to maintain focus on one tumultuous cloud.

I know you would have stood there with me, your fingers tracing shapes across the back of my hand as you drew me close and watched the sky.

Your whispers in my ear would have silenced the cries of my heart and then, we would both be silent and listen to the whispers of the One who watches us both, smiling contently as He receives our joy with outstretched arms.

Standing there alone, your absence becomes more apparant with each passing day, but oh, I can wait.

All in life that's worth anything is worth waiting for. For now, I shall tilt my head up to the sky again and lose myself in the boiling clouds. I shall stretch my hands out to receive the rain from the heavens and let the sparkling orbs run down my face.

Bliss will be mine, and I will wait, oh, I will wait.