Distance

It's measured differently everywhere you go. Miles, kilometers, feet, inches the list goes on. It can be measured however you'd like really. Unlike what many people think distance Doesn’t change anything or the strength of something. If two people are 75 miles away they still bleed the same. They still feel the same things. They can still love each other. Those meaningless 75 miles do nothing at all. It can't stop the multitude of sweet paragraphs that are sent in the mornings. It doesn't change the stupid smile on their faces from a digital hug and a kiss that feels all but what it truly is, imaginary. Distance doesn't change the beauty In her blue eyes. It doesn't make the way her hair hangs down look any less gorgeous. It doesn't change all the hours he's spent imagining what their first time together would be like, the feeling of her arms around him. Her perfect little smile being in person. The feeling of their hands perfectly fitting together like long lost puzzle peices. Their first kiss, the whole world stopping as time would seem to go by forever, then finally could he live happily ever after. It doesn't make falling for her hurt any goddamn less either. "I love you" still fucking means something whether or not that distance is there. What does it even mean anymore?  To love somebody. Love isn't just texts and heart emojis. Love is calls until midnight, love is something that is singular. Just for her and no other girls. If you go and start dividing love it's not the same all the meaning vanishes. Love is worrying sick when she isn't okay love is waiting for your blood to clot so that you can pretend that you're okay when she asks. Love is lying to her that you're okay no matter what so she isn't upset. It's the last thing you want to do to someone you truly are in love with is upset them. To know you were the cause of her despair would destroy you. Love is crying yourself to sleep because you hate yourself again after just one argument. Love is spending all night writing poems about things you want to say to but can't because you're afraid to talk to her. Love is... The only thing keeping him going at this point... This is a boy who, when he says he loves you he fucking means it with all he's got. To this boy love is more important than anything else. What else is he supposed to do than fully rely on that one source of it because he's not exaggerating when he says she is all he has. He doesn't have her at all is the sad part. He thinks he does. Only because he loves her but deep down he knows that one day everyone he knows will just be another scar. And never anything more. Distance doesn't change pain either. It doesn't sugar coat the harsh reality that lies ahead. I mean c'mon universe he was truly happy for once that's right he's never allowed to be happy right?  Every single time it's something different. Well you got what you wanted he's back to suffering now. Enjoy your sick entertainment.