Maybe one day I’ll wake up and decide you are worth it. You are worth this running mascara and these sleepless nights. You are worth these mood swings and these tired eyes. I long to be in the wake of your presence. One day I’ll travel the 400+ miles that separate us and we’ll be together. 
One day you’ll wake up and I’ll be on your porch, hoping you feel the same. On that day we’ll close our eyes and forget about our heavy hearts. We can go back to the way things were, oh how I miss the way things were. 

But I won’t hold my breath.