The distance between us is like a raw scar on the back of your hand. It is always there, always painful if you knock it and only time can change that. I know there was nothing either of us could do, but the pain in knowing I did nothing is sometimes too hard to bare. The distance that lies between us, I can only hope, remains as miles and never heartache. I'd do anything to pull you back on a string, but for now that string is our line of communication. It's our cans joined by thread. Without modern technology, I wonder how people could ever have lived. Those moments, brief but regular, erase any doubts I may have fostered on the stability of our relationship. To see your voice written across the screen, your life, your memories, your adorable jokes - they comfort me in every way. It's true I must live on even without you here, my own life should be my focus. Yet those virtual moments we spend together, bridged by the internet, bring warmth to my life. They shine purpose into my life and I know our friendship is strong. No friend could be held as dear as one who sticks by your side one hundred miles away. And that's what makes you special, my dear.
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The distance between us
Short StoryA friendship lost may decay over time like a wilting rose, but the fragrant scent stays with us forever. That's what makes you so special, my dear.
