six hundred miles

Being apart has been hard. A lot of times I seem to get lost in my own thoughts.

I kno that I won't have my wake up and goodnight calls anymore...and when you care about someone as much as I do about you, it's a very hard thing to get used to.
I find myself missing you so often...no matter what I'm doing...but sometimes walking away is the best thing that we can do… for ourselves.

Speaking of goodnight, it's time for me to get some sleep...or try to anyway.

Six hundred miles from your heart.
Miss u, love...

Gnite all.