I know, I know, I know

I know that you know that I still love you, and I know that I don’t have to write that down for you to know that it’s true. I don’t know a lot of things, but I know that you will understand that this time of us not being together is the sort of time where we can both separate our thoughts.

I know that you miss me. And I hope you know that I still miss you too. But with these miles put in front of us, you can’t blame me for my thoughts sometimes being elsewhere. I can’t force you to see that all this is doing to us is bringing us closer. But I know that you will know of this someday, and I know that we will forgive each other for for putting our energy into someone else who will never know who we really are.

I know that when we finally are together again, we won’t remember all of those intolerable arguments. We won’t go back and forth and remind each other of past mistakes, and I know that when you meet me at the place where we first fell in love, we’ll feel it all over again. We’re both tired of this wasted time, and I know that because when you tell me that you wish you were here, what you really mean to say is that if you could you would even drop the cup of scolding coffee onto your legs, if that meant just being able to look into my eyes. And I know that sounds cliché, but when I think of you everything feels warm enough to be able to shed my own skin, and be free of the life I once felt before I met you.

And I know that you’re busy. And I know that you probably have better things to worry about. But I know that if I don’t tell you one more time that we are going to make it, and that our love will be the only thing that is logged on the inside of my mind, I know that will be something that my tongue will hold against my heart. And if knowing that this time we have spent apart has made us stronger than ever before is wrong, than I guess I have never known anything that is so certain in my entire life.