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Updated 4 years ago,May 23, 2021
Theres a picture of us sitting on my dresser.
Youre laughing, your head thrown back, hair flying wild in the wind.
In that picture, everything was easy.
Paolo Raeli
We didnt have dreams pulling us in different directions.
We didnt have love telling us to stay, to go.
We were rooted to the same town, the same school.
We didnt know how hard it could be to be so far apart.
I havent told you this, but every time I look at that photo, my chest aches.
Sometimes it feels like youre half a world away from me.
There are miles between us.
Hours on a bus.
Gas and tickets and wheels on a highway keeping you from easily walking through my front door.
There are commitments and schedules.
That when I need your shoulder, all I can have is a voicemail.
I hate that we live in different places and have to settle for a more distant kind of love.
And that means more than the miles between us.
That means more than how far or how long.
Because friendship is not dependent upon distance.
And even if I dont see you every day, I promise that wont change a thing.
