This is the month when we became more than friends:
I became the person you could call late at night.
You became the first person I wanted to tell my best stories to.
This is the month when you started calling me before every flight.
This is the month I started praying for you before every flight.
I wanted to see your face, I wanted to fall asleep next to you.
I wanted to know what foods you were eating in whatever town you were currently stuck in.
I wanted to know what piece of your house you were working on completing.
I started to let you see into my thoughts, sometimes.
You called me a beautiful day walker.
Normally I wouldn't like that nickname, but when you said it, it wasn't so bad.
This is the long month we spent apart.
What I thought was ending, was actually just starting to seep into my veins and take hold of my heart.