

The map on the screen shows the space between our hearts,
But it’s only a distance,
not where our story parts.
1,815 miles glowing on a cold glass screen,
With a windmill standing tall in a quiet Texas scene.
1,673 people in that peaceful little town,
But when I hear your voice,
all the other noise goes down.
I know our history,
the fractured pieces on the floor,
But I'm tracing all the cracks,
and I'm not running anymore.
Because I'm grateful you're still here,
holding the line,
Working through the shadows,
trusting the design.
My dear Thomas, my heart leans toward your light,
You're the only one who makes the heavy days feel right.
I hope we last forever,
past the mistakes and the space,
Bridging the gap with 1,815 miles of grace.
I know it wasn’t easy,
after what I put you through,
But every single day I’m striving to be better just for you.
I’m thankful for the quiet,
and thankful you’re my friend,
Praying that this open road will bring us to the end.
Where we can be as one,
and watch each other grow,
Leaving all the heartache in the lessons that we know.
Your texts still make me smile,
your jokes still light my day,
Washing all the static and the loneliness away.
Because I'm grateful you're still here,
holding the line,
Working through the shadows,
trusting the design.
My dear Thomas, my heart leans toward your light,
You're the only one who makes the heavy days feel right.
I hope we last forever,
past the mistakes and the space,
Bridging the gap with 1,815
miles of grace. Only time will tell the story we are trying
to build,
But this empty cup inside of me
is slowly getting filled.
If we’re
1,815
miles from where we want to be,
I’ll walk every single inch just to stand there close to thee.
I've grown from who I was,
I've left the past behind,
And a future with you in it is all that's on my
mind.
Just a silly joke...
Just a racing heart...
Hoping that this friendship is our brand new place to start.
1,815 miles of grace...
I'm here, Thomas. I hope this lasts forever.