Each breath, each thought, each dream, each day. Everything is about him. I spend my Christmas break sewing hearts on the back of his ties just so I can feel a little closer.
7478 miles.
They used to stare at each other across that dreaded marching band field. She was the only reason he would show up to practice, and he was the only reason she actually enjoyed it. They found a love for each other in the midst of hatred for this activity they were both involved in.
She was loud and obnoxious, he was a little more quiet and reserved, and together they evened each other out and became the best of friends. She told him all her deepest darkest secrets, he cared for her through her hardest times. He would take her for ice cream, leave notes on her car, bring over little presents and give the best hugs. He'd sit with her for hours and listen to her ramble, or sometimes they'd just sit in silence and let their hearts speak.
Even when they became involved in different things, him with soccer, her with dance, they still always found their way back to each other. Even now when oceans separate their still busy lives, they'll somehow find their way back to each other.
No matter of distance or length of time can separate our intertwined hearts. Each thread has been placed and now our hearts are forever bound in a knot that cannot come undone.
Until that day in July of 2016, they'll continue to tell their stories through words scribbled on yellow lined paper, sarcastic emails that provoke too much laughter, and photographs of their ugly faces and beautiful lives.
Until that day in July of 2016, she'll continue sewing hearts on the back of his ties.
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