Sick of the imaginary journeys and artificial memories created in the road to everlasting love. two souls intertwined electronically, mastering the art of understanding, consolation through different time zones… every-thing’s gonna be okay, (I promise) // staring through the windows of the Atlantic that border us, its tides are threatening but love has no barriers. He longs for our togetherness and dreams of the day where his pupils will reflect an image of my silhouette before him because right now its a fineee imprint in his heart, though he ain’t faint hearted but with the mere thought of  separation takes a toll on him and so, he can only appreciate the visual—physical presence. Uncertain at times, if this fantasy world translates into a blissful reality and a peaceful eternity but in God we trust.