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"I found that I missed him the more he was absent from my life, and the more I missed him, the more I loved him." - Donna Lynn Hope

To be separated by distance, and for a matter of years... it sucks, really. To be wide awake, and start my day, but him getting all ready to go to bed. To watch him sleep, while he does the same, hours later. To feel nothing, but the exchange of feelings for each other. To face each other, but with a screen between us. We know nothing about each other most of the time. Because my morning is his night, his morning is my night. I go to bed, while he gets up from bed. He goes to bed, while I get out of mine. My today is his tomorrow; his today was my yesterday.
I sometimes forget how it feels to be loved. I sometimes forget how it feels to be touched, and to be cared for. I sometimes forget the way his eyes smiles, the way he looks at me, the way he cups my face with both his hands to kiss me. I sometimes forget the way he pulls me over to hug me,…