People think
Distance
Is measured
In miles
But it’s not
It’s learning
That
“Good morning”
And
“Goodnight”
Are vital
Companions to
“I love you”
It’s cooking
The same meal
Or watching movies
And pressing play
At the same time
It’s pausing to laugh
At the same scene
Or looking over
And crying
Over the same dialogue
It’s sending reels
Of crazy squirrels
Of pretty birds
Of silly elephants
Or ridiculous people
Sharing tiny pieces
Of ordinary
Because love
Likes to hide
In the ordinary
It’s calendars
Full of
Someday
Projects
Full of
Dreams
Suitcases
Never quite
Packed
It’s planning
A future
Without knowing
Which season
Will finally
Become ours
People think
Distance
Is lonely
And sometimes
It is
Sometimes
It’s painful
But mostly
It’s practice
Practice
Choosing
The same person
Again
Again
Again
And then
Crying
Because
It’s taking
So long
And then
Choosing
Again
The dream
That one day
The airport
Disappears
The waiting
Falls away
Our voices
Stop living
In speakers
Our hands
Find warmth
Our arms
Become
The place
We finally
Stop longing for
Byron,
You are
My vacation
My quiet
My peace
My deep breath
My safest place
You are everything
Worth waiting for
Because if
Love
Can survive
Years
Of yesterdays
Full of distance
Imagine
What it can do
With tomorrow
HASTYWORDS 
Thanks for sharing this.
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to find that certain someone who have similar values to you, someone who’s willing to listen, to keep a level head when the two of you disagree, and continue showing one another the respects, is too rare, and, sounds like you’d found that in the person you’re with, and you must, grab a hold on tight to this love you two share.
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I lose my head now and again and he helps me put it back on pretty quickly. What I love is how we have grown because we listen and we make efforts that aren’t wasted. I do feel lucky and grateful.
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