Hearing that I had crossed your mind felt like a weight lifted off of my shoulders, like heaven had touched my cheeks if only for a mere second to tell me that I was not alone, that there was a place waiting for me. No matter if it's true or not, you said it. You said the exact words that I had been thinking for months. The truth is that each passing day, regardless of if I'm with him or if I'm with just anyone, your face crosses my mind at least once a day for the most inconsequential of reasons. I hear a song and I think of your face, I hear a word and think of something you said to me so long ago, or what feels like so long ago. At the same time though, I'm his. I made him that promise and I love him enough to keep it. I just can't tear myself away from the idea of us, in a place so far away from this one.