I Don'T Know What To Call This Poem-But It's All About You. Poem by hidden poet

You're going on a mission.
I'm so proud of you for it.
but...

You'll be gone for two whole years.
Two whole years.
By the time you get back, I might be gone.
I want to be yours.
I don't want to move on.

I'm writing this here because I don't want to tell you-
I don't want to distract you,
well, part of me really wants to distract you,
but I'm not going to.

Oh how I wish the timing had been different.
I want to be yours-
I really don't want to move on.
You want me to though.
Because two years is a long time.
By the time you get back,
we'll be different people won't we?

We're on our way to falling out of love-
and I'm afraid we won't get to love each other again.

From where I'm standing,
I don't think that anyone will ever compare to you.
But two years is a long time.
I'm afraid I'll meet someone else
and love him.

I don't want to.
I want to be yours.
Someday, if things work out like a fairy tale,
I'll tell you about this.

It's going to be really hard to let go of you.
But two years is a long time,
and I know I can.
We both know I can.

I love you.
That's why I can do this.
It doesn't make sense to an outsider
but I think you'd understand.

I hope we get our fairytale,
but whatever we get-
It's going to be perfect.

Goodbye.
I love you.
I'll probably never get to tell you again,
So forgive me for saying it a few more times.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

Two years is a long time.