Distance
Originally uploaded by *Honest*
I miss you, still.
It's different now, of course. I think of you and smile and wonder when I'll see you again, and whether you'll be happy or tense and conflicted. I think we've settled, for a while, at least in how we think of each other. A bit more than friends but friends more than anything. It works, somehow, even with the intensity that sparks intermittently, we'll know each other through it all, and that's nice in a way I appreciate more than I can say.