Love isn't easy. A very dear person once told me that. When you see a couple that have had their "happily ever after", that are still happy after many years of being together, what you don't see is all the effort and endured hardship that have gone into the relationship and without which they wouldn't be where they are now. Still, sometimes I do wish there was an easier way out.
I'm talking about distance, immeasurable distance, even though you feel so close. I'm talking about hearing, seeing but not touching nor feeling. I'm talking about being separated by 12 hours flight, 7 hours time difference, national borders, a telephone line, a computer screen. I'm talking about letters not delivered, static on the line, connections failing and, who knows what's next - bosses' whims? I'm talking about frustration. I'm talking about loneliness even though there's should be somebody right next to you. I'm talking about dreams made together but having no idea if they have a future. I'm talking about feelings that defy words but having no other way to express them. I'm talking about the moment when mere words are not enough. And I'm talking of hoping against likely odds.
It's not only about love but about patience. And in a way also about faith. And finally about that bit of wildly unreasonable optimism. But I couldn't do it alone.
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