720 miles—the distance between us when we first laid eyes on one another. 

But somewhere between Chicago and Atlanta, we found love. 

Like wanderers, I explored the depths of your heart as you navigated the currents of my mind.

Searching for understanding, in you I’d find compassion,

And you’d wear it throughout the seasons as if it we’re going out of fashion.

You were clothed in strength and dignity, and

I began to wear my heart on my sleeve.

Praying that time would stand still, and we’d never have to leave from this place we’d found,

Somewhere in the distance between us.

 

Somewhere between a FaceTime and a flight and getting to hold you for a night or two,

We found patience.

In the middle of working out the imperfections that began to seem innate to me,

I found you waiting patiently.

As I learned to open up my soul so you could have a look around; and still, you drew even closer despite everything you’d found.

Despite the flaws and insecurities and pieces of my past,

Or the scars I thought were closed since they were never supposed to last,

You found me, and in doing so, you helped me find myself.

 

During the late nights, somewhere, wrapped up in the melodies of Never Call Me,

I thought of ways that I could go Above and Beyond to show you that I was meant to be your Eternal Sunshine,

And sorry for The Pressure but I Pray for You to be mine.

Somewhere between the notes, the words you spoke convinced me to start eternity While We’re Young.

 

Because somewhere in the distance between us, we found love.

 

 

– Kaia’s Story

– Jovan’s Story