Long Distance Lovers

I love him too much now to have not loved him before. And distance does not change that. The miles do not make me sick anymore.They almost make feel whole. Not as whole as with him beside me, but whole in my heart. The trust between lovers far away, the passion, the feeling. It all means I'm alive. I'm living life and longing. If I were to choose, he would be close. But I didn't get to choose. Losing him was not a choice, it was not an option. Yet, long distance love is the kind that hurts the most. When something hurts, it's real. It makes you stop. Reflect. And realize how remarkable it is. It is the kind of love you feel at 2am, at 7pm and during your lunch breaks. Long distance love is phone calls and letters. It is driving 5 hours with audio books through Midwestern states. It is choosing to follow your individual dreams, while falling in love with his heart. We do not get a lazy Wednesday. A pool day Tuesday. We get weekends. And weekends have to be enough. But someday I hope to play hookie and go to the zoo with you, on a Thursday. And I will. We will. We must first conquer our individual dreams, before we can move toward our common goals. Our lives are simple and sweet.
My advice to you, young lover, keep your heart on your sleeve. Fall hard, even if he's far away. Even if she thinks it may be easier without you. Long distance love is pure. It isn't complicated. And it is whole. Your heart will be so full it will feel like it is about to explode. Love hard, even if the love is far.