Will you cover half of the way?

At last I've finished imagining you. You are no longer a faceless mix of Tina Modotti and Edward Weston's work. Now my mind is filled with your smile, your eyes and skin. I tremble because I know my dear Tina that we are less than a week apart. I'll discover you in words. I'm willing to try to escape from time to get to you. I want to unveil you until I have you. Until we discover together the world. The same world we'll walk together through centuries. Through endless instants. I want silence to be necessary to communicate and not to be uncomfortable. I'll cover half of the distance to get to you...