Patience

Patiently, I wait.

Everyday the yearning to see her, to feel her, to breath with her, to run with her becomes increasingly unbearable.  I close my eyes and remember sweat slickened skin, pumping arms, churning legs, labored breathing and a racing heart while spending time with her.  I reminisce over great music from our custom playlist filling my ears while her pine forest scent tickled my nose.  Although bedridden with this dreadful cast, I still catch glimpses of her from my window.  She looks so lovely in the distance.