Distance

I haven't blogged in say, well I have chosen not to say because it is rather sad making. I just struggle when it comes to blogging without real purpose. If I have purpose behind it then I feel empowered and the words seem to just come. Blogging on my own though, well I don't want to sound like some juvenile lovesick teen. But I'm a writer. Blogging is healthy for writers. Therefor I must blog. So today what is on my heart is the fact that the spaces between my fingers are rather empty. I understand when people tell me at least I have someone who loves me and I get to spend my future with, but at the same time, how painful is it to know that I have someone that lights up my world yet I rarely see them because of the life of distance I chose and he chose. I know he is out there, miles away, and our little phones connect us. Tiny pixels form into letters. But these screens are not the soft skin of his hands. His words are nice, but they are nothing like the feel of his fingers brushing across my cheek or rubbing my stomach when I feel sick. I wouldn't trade our love for anything, but distance is torture. We have the hope of our future together, and the knowledge that life is better with each other in it than not at all. So for now I'll survive the distance, I keep to my day dreams about the day to come and I'll keep wishing on those shooting stars.