The Distance Isn't Killing Me.

I miss days and nights of nothing but photographs.

We captured every perfect moment of our lives that summer.

Restlessly, I surf back through the images on a big screen,

I don't even know those people anymore.

I don't know what happened to me, to you, to them.

We all changed, did we grow up?

Forgive me for what I did and said, I just had to get out.

Moving on, moving away, it was the best plan at the time.

Now, I just miss you.

Time zones, county lines, and area codes separate what we had.

I don't regret any of it anymore.

"Everything happens for a reason,"

you said as I drove out of my driveway.

I didn't tell you then, so I'll say it now.

Goodbye, good luck, and I love you.