Chasing you was never work.
Was always what I was meant to do.

I've chased you for 6,330 days, through calm seas, storms, seems like tidal waves.
I'm so close now to being with you. A million more days is all I pray, as long as the chase is on.

I'm meant to be with you, like a storm chaser chasing tornadoes. I just wanted to be in your path. Yes, there might be debris, rain, and the lights might go out, but I love when you make the lights go out. I love feeling my way through the dark looking for you. Feeling around just to see if you are close, reaching for something to hold on to. Looking for your spark, so I can run to. Feeling,...