As I sit on the warm grass, the heat from the sun warming my face... I think of you.

I think of your voice and your laugh, your passion for life and your desire to make the world a better place, and a smile comes across my face.

Although there is thousands of miles between us, when I close my eyes to sleep, I picture you and the distance does not seem as great.

The problem comes when my eyes are open, and the dreams that seemed so real have faded and I find the spot next to me in the bed cold and empty-

Is fait so cruel as to make the person that makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time live what seems like a world away?

Are you even real or are you something that my mind created-