the thing about distance

There's a long line between my place, his place and her place.

There's a sweetness between us that is separated by oceans and lands.

If I could just live every single of my imagination to walk hand in hand with them, I think it will be fascinating and memorable.

Nothing's perfect.

Good friends are too far and I can't come right away to them to cry on their shoulder or joke then punch each other's arms between laughters.

I have lots of good friends around me too, but to have more good friends are just... insanely great.

If I could just hold their hands while I tell stories, it would mean the world.

But for now, I have to stick with typing to them.

All of these rants are just an elaboration of the three words, "I Miss You."