Everyday that I don't get to talk to him, even for just a little while, is painful.

This is the only thing I have, the only thing I hold on to, those moments when we talk.

Each day it makes me wonder if I really can go through waiting, through testing patience, and still have enough of the feeling to make it last.

Every moment I try to hold on to the connection, but every moment we aren't together is painful.

I'm afraid to lose our connection with time. I'm holding on as long as he wants me to.