three-hundred & thirty-three.
"Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away - and leaves behind only silence."
The other day, a postcard from my best friend came from France. A few days before that, I sent her a Facebook message asking if she'd received my Christmas present because she hadn't let me know, so I was apprehensive to send her a birthday card in case I had the wrong address. And she did get it. So I'm glad. Her postcard was sweet and made me feel like a horrible person for thinking she was already forgetting about me. My card to her... well, let's say I took up the entire back page in small writing. I figured I owed her.
Long-distance is hard, in any sort of relationship. It's not easy to not be able to be with them or squeeze them or watch them laugh. To not be able to spend hours shopping or eating ice cream or watching foreign films. I miss having a connection with people. I feel so detached. Lonely. Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder. It makes it weaker, more fragile.
And it sounds so cheesy and so simple, but all I fucking want is a hug. Just a tight, warm hug.
But sometimes, even that is too much to ask for.