The distance is getting old. Seriously, I miss him all the time. Not in an overwhelming sort of way, but more like a dull, annoyingly-ever present paper cut sort-of-way.
I’m sure that at some point I’ll be ready to kick my own a** for wanting to live in the same zip code…hell…or even the same area code. But I’m willing to pursue that exercise in dexterity just to shake this inconvenient, mentally taxing, lifetime special(-esque) part of my relationship.
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