On Long Distance

Those days I so loved where we just sat in one another’s presence and shared the mundane, beautiful aspects of daily life were like a kind of stitching that held everything else we had together. Without our interactions, our common stories, our baseline of coexistence, everything felt fragmented and strained. The true pain in loving someone far away does not really come from the distance. It is the memory of what it is like to be with them that tortures you, that makes the long stretches of silence or misunderstanding unbearable. The distance is a manageable, known quantity. The ache within you that reminds you of how beautiful the simple things are, and how much you took them for granted, will eat you from within.
- via Thought Catalog; When Long-Distance Love Fails