To lean your forehead against his shoulder,
to smell his skin,
to take off your heels, let your hair down, and…
to be small. Quiet. Real.

I am a strong woman.
I can do anything.
But sometimes I really want to be weak. Only for him.

And I know he is somewhere.
Maybe he is reading these lines right now.
Maybe he is also thinking how nice it would be if I just sat quietly next to him.

Distance doesn’t stop me.
I am excited by the thought that one day I will wake up and he will be there.
In the same bed, with the same smile that I have never touched with my lips.

I am not asking for much.
I just want to be.