There’s a song - A thousand years ~ doesn’t quite apply to our situation but I do feel like I’ve loved you for a thousand years.  

I know you, but I don’t know you.  

I understand you, yet I don’t.

So much of our time spent together 

will 

oft be thought of when the moon shines full until it slivers away.

Will oft be thought of when a gentle breeze rustles fall leaves

Will be oft thought of When the skuye sends up the colors of blue earth shadows, lines of orange 

And fluffy pinks until the sun sinks.