I wish she wasn't in Texas

I am having a hard time today.  Think of her constantly.  Want to see her, hold her hand, gaze into her eyes and tell her I love her.

I just texted her the following:

"There are those who pass like ships in the night, who meet for a moment, then sail out of sight with never a backward glance of regret; folks we know briefly then quickly forget. Then there are friends who sail together, through quiet waters and stormy weather, helping each other though joy and through strife. And they are the kind who give meaning to life."


I thought of her when I read that because I see her in that role.  One of many.  


She said she saw me in that way.  That is what I was to her in her life.  For now.  I want to be more.  I asked her if this was the only way she saw me.  She said I am the bestest friend.  That made me smile.  I want to be more.  I want to ask for more but I know better than to do so. 

She is as beautiful as the sun is bright.  I know I cannot ask for more.  I have to wait.  In the meantime, I wish she wasn't in Texas...or anywhere else.  I wish there was something I could say or do to convince her to come back to me.

"Our Father, who art in Heaven..."