Why do I always end up in long distance relationships
You work out the time difference before typing goodnight, and you think: again. Someone else who lives three hours away by plane.
It doesn't feel like a choice. You meet someone, it takes, and only later you realise: they live far away, or they're leaving soon. You tell yourself "it just happened that way." And it happens that way again.
There's real charm in it: the call you wait for, the train station, the missing that makes everything taste stronger.
But distance keeps a part of your life just for you. Nobody sees you on a Tuesday night, dishes in the sink, nothing to say.
You get loved in chosen pieces, and you love the same way. What it costs is the ordinary days, the ones where someone is simply there. Those, you rarely get to touch.
What it costs is the ordinary days, the ones where someone is simply there.
I was wondering…
What would you have to lose if someone saw you on an ordinary Tuesday night?