Speaking in Riddles

I have found a new surface at a distance of 1,087 miles.
A head of me a road full of trials.
To speak thy name brings an air of light to my soul,
to see your messages on a daily basis makes me glow.

It is without much thought that my brain dreams of you.
Thinking of possibilities that we might be together though so far apart.
The master plan to find out what can be made true,
to find glory and hope in this new start.

I feel you are for me, as I see my heart race anytime you presence comes to me,
digital or not I have met you in the flesh.
This new fresh idea has stolen my heart the day I met you, I bet you knew but wanted me lost for words.
You invited me back, to act like a king for a queen. To a grand full day of glorious fun in your sun that you keep so well above your home.
Let me not say to much, as the weird vibe that changes life may put you on different page.
Allow my dreams to bask in the light of my fantasies before I go and speak truths to you.
I know not how you shall react, but I wish my dreams into reality instead of being a dead fact.

Yes the interest is pure, and I care not the distance between our hearts. It starts my everyday with a smile you do. What will change should you learn my feelings?
Will you treat me any different then what we were before? What sad losses of our friendship is in store. Why must it change should you know I would keep you just the same. Why must is change if I want to brag to the world about you. Or will it be me, in the sadness I see when you think different then I do about our chance in time.

Its harder everyday to keep my composure when I hear your voice, the choice filling my ears with music. I so wish to tell you but time must run its course first, let our friendship grow for a bit more. Allowing me to be certain that my fantasies don't over run reality. At our distance I know we carry separate live, but none the less I would still desire you everyday that I did not see you. You spoken certain words that in riddles yourself and yet you dream of the things I do. This is true.

Then again and again, am I just keeping to much in. Should I say something now, in case wow my time ends and another takes up the spot where I had my chance. I never know with these methods of the heart, where to start or what to wait for.
The core of my soul is dreaming of us.