Every time spent with you seem too short.
Things I want to say and do needs to be right; they always make me sort.
Not a moment spent with you seem just enough.
Constantly miss seeing your face, your smile, hearing you talk and laugh.
The longing to be with you, that’s always what you make me feel.
Being able to hold you, kiss, hear and see you lets me know the moment’s real.
You’re the only person who I want to be with every day and every night.
All the moments we spent together, every single one, feels so, so right.
When we’re together, time just seem to quickly pass by.
Be it 5-hour breakfasts, overtime massages or, when on your station, I walk by.
I just can’t get enough of you, certainly not enough of us.
Time just flies when we’re together; it’s as if it were in a rush.
I know time will come where we’ll get to have more than enough of each other.
The anticipation of that moment gives me hope, keeps sanity and I together.
Especially when you told me, even if it’s just partially, that you do love me too.
It’s more than enough gas for me to keep waiting, wait for no one else but you.