In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged!

I must keep reminding myself of this quote! I go through my daily routines and there it is…this quote, hanging overhead, dripping down on me like a slow, steady rain. Seeping into my thoughts and trying to remind myself……distance….can….be….bridged!

My alarm goes off in the morning. I lean to my left and hit snooze and then turn to my right. That side of my bed is empty. I am awake now…..but it can be bridged!

I take a shower and drape myself in a towel and walk into my room with faint bits of water still soaking on my skin. I turn my back and no one is there to help me dry off….but it can be bridged!

I make my coffee in the morning and fill the pot a bit too much. There will be no second cup to make….but it can be bridged!

I head to work and walk solo down the Boston city streets. The sun is breaking through the sky and I squint my eyes as I walk to my office, coffee in hand…..in the cup he gave me….and it can be bridged.

I get through my work day and trudge home, tired and full stories from the office. We will speak tonight. Every night. Always. And there is the distance……it can be bridged.

We see eachother monthly….sometimes more than that. We speak daily…..all day…..every day. Pictures. Emails. Phone calls. We bridge.

He is there.

I am here.

It is lonely at times. I can’t lie about that.

But there is a fine line that binds us. A small transparent string that I know is there. It connects me to him and therein lays our bridge.

And in the end we will find eachother in the same place at the same time….across the span….and on the other side…..and it will be eachother we are holding on to with the bridge behind us!

It will be bridged!