This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter.
If I were to stretch out my hand It wouldn’t reach you
Instead it would grasp the empty space
Where I wish you were
I find myself daydreaming of long summer nights
The ones where time doesn’t exist
Sitting next to a campfire made of the warmth of your heart
Gazing at the stars
Knowing they’ll be there again tomorrow night
But my time with you is limited
I wrap my arms around you
And feel like myself
I hold onto you tightly
Knowing that all we have is right now
This moment wraps itself around me
It hurts knowing that when I wake,
I can’t escape missing everything.
The comfort
The security
The company
The way it makes me feel