Missing you.

The day we first met,
i could tell something was there.
Something magical was happening,
I didn't know where.

I looked high and far low,
never did I find, such a gracious and joyful soul.
I longed for the days I could share,
with you in cyber space, in the games we would play.

counting hours until your near,
wanting and needing you here.
When you get on you finally whisper me:
so how is it going my dear?

I respond I miss you so,
when are you coming here?
I got the ticket, you say.
and I will never leave once I get there.