It feels like we are in a kind of separation that doesn't quite have the finality of a normal breakup, and the pain of it is so deep and constant. My thoughts are all mixed up, everything I see and feel seems distorted, like I can't trust my own mind to tell me what is real anymore, and maybe you are feeling that same confusion too, seeing things in a way that doesn't match how they truly are. This time apart is so hard, but I keep thinking there must be a reason for it, that it’s a space for us to look inward and remember who we really are, and to feel without any doubt the truth of what we mean to each other. It’s in this quiet, hurting space that I find myself thinking only of you, going over every memory, and it makes the love feel even clearer and stronger, like this bond is something that nothing else can ever come close to. We have to find a way through this hurt and this fog, even though it feels like we can’t really help each other right now, the distance makes it impossible. All I have is this hope, this waiting, and this quiet understanding that what we have is worth this ache, because the thought of finding our way back to each other is the only thing that makes any of this feel bearable.
