Time passes.
Seasons change.
Somehow I am still here.
And you are still there.
Was this really meant to be?
Days into months.
Months into years.
Somehow I am still here.
And you are still there.
What are we to do?
Spring,
Summer,
Fall,
winter,
the seasons passing.
Changing all the time.
As we grow older,
Our love grows stronger.
The distance no longer matters.
I am still here.
You are still there.
It was meant to be.
We will see each other.
Sooner,
Later,
Someday.
