I’ve put so much hope in who we are and what we could be,

Spending endless hours dreaming about the lives I expect for our futures, you coming home to me.

Every day my heart gleams; the longer we talk, the deeper my feelings seem to be.

The all-white marble kitchen I’ve hoped to come to,

Being famous journalists, a duo, like his and hers.

So many hopes and so many dreams, you couldn’t even imagine how many things have been planned out in my dreams.

But at last, fighting the distance, trying to stabilize all these crazy feelings,

You say this is something you want to be, but I fight confusion about whether this is meant to be.

I’m holding out; maybe there will be a change, but some days my heart tells me I can’t stay.

We aren’t together, but we aren’t apart. I hope deep down, you know you always have my heart.

Talking, friends, whatever you want it to be,

Can we survive the distance, or should I just let it be and keep pretending you don’t mean the world to me?