I'm together when I'm with you...

I feel happier than I've felt in days. I feel stronger than I have, and my affirmed fears of you losing interest have been condemned to my own insecurities. I love the way we dance. I love the effortless conversation that makes me want to fall in love with you. I love to hear you breathing, and that giddy voice you get when you make a great point. I love the way you laugh, and the smile that stretched ear to ear when I can feel you inside my head. I love the way you call me sweet pea, and remind me that the phone has been charging for an hour. That means we get one and a half of talk time. I love how you spend your minutes wishing I was there, holding you, and letting myself spill over into your heart. When the emotion gets to much, and we have to just sit there taking it all in, and letting it all go, that's when I feel truly free. Like someone has just opened my cage door, and let me out. I can't explain myself sometimes, I can't make you understand that if you're game, then I promise to be there as long as you let me. I'm in it for the long run. I'm not a fly by night. I want to be the boy that grabs ahold of your heart and never lets go. I want to be the boy that makes your knees weak now, and later. You're so comfortable, it's scary. You're so easy to talk to. You're so close, that I could reach over and tousle your hair. Damn the distance, cause I know that if we want to be together bad enough then we will. I miss your voice. I miss the feeling of together that I have when I talk to you, and although the conversation sometimes turns into heated discussion, I never forget that I feel more complete when you're on the other end of that line. What have I gotten myself into?