The hardest part of being away
The hardest part of being forcibly away is not being able to hug you and receive back that warm heartbeat vibration.
The hardest part of being forced to be apart for so long is not being able to join our laughter in chorus in all our inside jokes; in all the things only we find funny.
Forced to be at a distance, we’re never really apart, and you know that.
I can feel you, just like you can sense me. Every mood and every thought resonates within each other.
I would still prefer not to be so many miles away.
Also part of Friday Fictioneers