If it meant that you and I and this distance were no longer a threesome...
I would stand still for you until time began it's cycle anew and passed me by with a smug smile of triumph.
I would plant my feet right here in this moment and never take another step until I found you by my side.
You can talk of assurities and your infallible knowledge until we both turn blue in the face but the fact will always remain that you are not and never will be an extension to me. No, honey that is not love. That is not even true friendship. You will be me. Part of me. Half of me. All of me. The essence of your words that is ultimately you drifts through my brain and the only thing that I can seem to register is this small irony: You've put me on such a high pedestal and made me holy and far greater than anything I could ever dream of being ... and all the while I look down at you thinking of how untouchable you are. Thinking of how much I could never deserve you.