2,462.6 miles.
That is the distance we have between us.
I would love to be able to just walk outside and see your face.
To be able to hug you.
To hear your voice in person, rather than through the speaker of my phone.
The distance is what makes that impossible.
When we met, I had no idea you'd have this effect on my life.
Knowing you, as long as I have, has proven to be one of the best things I've ever done.
We share so much with each other.
We have so much in common.
Sometimes we're not the nicest.
But hey, at least we're honest.
Maybe someday, the distance will be shorter.
And we will finally meet.
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Jordyn Carter
Just a 20 year old who loves to write and dreams of changing peoples' lives for the better.
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