250 Miles... -Full Text-

Relationships today…
They’re pretty shallow, if you ask me
Based around sex, parties, and overall physical gratification
But what happens when you take away the physical contact?
No more sex
No more parties
No more gratification
Wouldn’t your relationship be doomed

Long distance relationships are generally regarded as disasters in the making
I can’t touch him?
“Oh, that won’t work out”
“You’ll get bored”
“It’s not worth the wait”
Worth the wait for what?
For sex?
For parties?
For gratification?
How do you know?
You don’t
You aren’t me
You aren’t us
You don’t recognize the emotions
The emotions that take the place of physicality
I don’t need to touch him, to see him, or even to hear him to know
That he has more love in his heart than all of your shitty relationships combined

I don’t want to hear your skepticism anymore
Don’t you dare try to doubt me
Don’t you dare try to doubt him

When you’ve walked 250 miles in my shoes, away from the one you love
Come and see me again
And tell me that you really are in love