When I start to cry, I reach out for her. Because I know I could stop if she just held my hand. But she can't. Cause we're a thousand miles apart and I'm sitting here alone.
And that's why I'm crying.
But I know it's gonna be okay. It has to be, cause I don't know what I'll do if it's not. So one day I'll start to cry and I'll reach out for her.
And she'll take my hand.
And that's when I know I'm home.










