What I mean

Everone says,
Oh, this will totally be over in a few weeks,  no need to worry.  Or This will be over soon, just hang in there.
My problem is that I can't stand not seeing them.
By them,
I mean people.
I mean from my school.
I mean my classmates,
I mean my friends,
I mean the people I haven't met yet,
And the people I have already met.
I mean you.
Your kind spoken words, that drift slowly through the night.
Or your starry smiles that lights up my day.
I mean the sun that shines from your eyes, that tells me to wake up.
And I mean every word.
I mean the words I have spoke,
And the words I have yet to speak.
I mean the smiles and laughter I have given, and the jokes I have yet to tell.
I mean the stories I tell you,
And the ones you tell me.
I mean the hope that you give me, And the hope you have yet to give.
I mean everything,
Just like you mean everything to me.
I mean that you are mine, and I am yours.
I mean that we should stay this way and let everything else drift past us.
I mean that, there is no explanation for what I mean.