Sunday, October 17, 2010

transatlanticism






I can't think about the fact that there's an ocean between us. So much water, and probably a lot of sharks. I don't know why people get to see you everyday and not appreciate it. They don't know how much I would want to switch places with them.

Sometimes the sun setting on the water makes it look golden.

I think you see the same stars over there that I do here. If you looked up and drew out a map of the constellations, it would look the same as mine. That makes me feel a little better. Knowing that you are seeing the same thing makes me feel better.

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