A few days left, and it’s getting harder to think about anything other than being close to you again.
Less and less can I pretend my mind is anywhere but with you.
One market, one beach, one busy street, and every path leads back to your face.
Right now the days feel short, but the distance between us feels long.
I can't think of anything but being close to you again.
Not much longer now, and I'm already counting the hours.