Long Distance Relationship

Long distance... it's hard.
Seeing each other every six or seven months when you've scraped up enough money to finally make it to each other. Once you do it's only enough for a week.
A week that goes by too fast and you wish would never end.
The ending however, is the hardest part. The pain you feel when you see the person you love the most, walk away. Knowing you won't see them for a long time... so you run to them. Give them a kiss so powerful, and long and dramatic that the best romance movie moment of all would look bland in comparison. You think in your head "No, not yet, just one more day, one more kiss..." You break apart and it seems like just minutes ago they had gotten there.  After they leave, you wish you could race out after them and tell not to go and leave you here again... not ever again. They have to, however, and your heart knows that. Even days after the leaving your heart still feels as if it's torn. I don't mean that as a sad poetic line or a unreal statement. I mean torn,heartbroken,hurt... as if literally, someone had reached in and stolen the one thing that keeps you alive. That keeps you breathing.  So... as you cry yourself to sleep. One single tear falling down your face...all you can think of, is this.

"Please... oh, God please, come back"