we're not together, we care about each other. we do anything for each other, and it will always be that way.
Even if we're not together, we go places. we show up at parties together, we go to movies, we are one. if one shows up without the other, everyone questions it.
Even if we're not together, we are welcome in each other's house. I walk into his parents' house without ringing the bell. He walks into mine and doesn't even knock.
Even if we're not together, we raid each other's refridgerators. His mom feeds me, or tries to, when I visit him. My mom always has a plate for him even if I am not expecting him. Sooner or later, he will show up anyway.
Even if we're not together, we call each other every day. If a day goes by, without good reason, and we have not talked, questions erupt. What happened? Why didn't you call? Are you okay? Are you mad at me?
Even if we're not together, we still fight. But, the fights are different. I can't stand to be mad at him. He feels this too, and when he makes me mad, does everything he possibly can to get clearance that all is well. When I do something I think or know he will disapprove of, it kills me. I dread seeing the hurt look on his face, the look in his eyes, the way he'll respond. But it is always the same.
Even if we're not together, he replies that same: he says, "It is not my job to judge you. My job is to sit and wait for something like this to happen, and then be here for you to make it all better."
Even if we're not together, he consoles me better than anyone. He knows how to make me stop crying. He lets me get wet tears all over his shirt, and he doesn't care. He holds me when I am sobbing until I fall asleep. And when I wake up, he is still there, watching me sleep.
Even if we're not together, we buy christmas presents for each other. His present goes under my tree in the pile marked "family." His mom made a stocking for me to hang on their mantle.
Even if we're not together, he comes to my house on summer mornings to wake me up just to say hi. He brings me lunch on his lunchbreak because he "thought I might be hungry."
Even if we're not together, he comes to my family parties. My aunts and uncles all know him. He talks football with my uncles, and plays with my little cousins. I think I even saw him feeding the baby.
Even if we're not together, I am his number one fan. He is my number one fan. We are always here for each other.
Even if we're not together, we ARE together. In my heart and in his heart, we ARE together. We are two soul mates separated for the moment by external and internal forces. Someday, we will be together.
Even if we're not together, I love him all the same. I would die for him, walk through fire for him, and have pain for him. He is everything to me. He is my life..... even if we're not together.