Uncertainty

It is so frustrating to not know for sure. When we were together, every word, every touch of her hand, or flash of her eyes made me feel special and loved. But thirty thousand kilometers and three months puts more distance between us than I want to admit. I just don't know any more, and I am very afraid that she might not either. I haven't stopped thinking about her, but I suspect that she has been thinking about a whole lot aside from me. I just wish I had some certainty. If I had kissed her on that last day, would it have made a difference? I can't know for sure, of course, but I hope that won't be the only opportunity I get, and I hope I get up the courage to kiss her next time.