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I could sense the anticipation building between us, the unspoken desire that yearned to be acknowledged. "Katia," I continued, my voice filled with unwavering conviction, "I cannot imagine my life without you. The love I hold for you surpasses all boundaries, transcending time and space. You have captured my heart, and I long to spend the rest of my days by your side." A moment of silence hung in the air, pregnant with anticipation. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us entwined in a dance of emotions.

Lisa observed him from afar, her heart aching with a blend of admiration and longing. The silence between them was punctuated only by the rhythmic galloping of their horses, the sounds of nature providing a haunting backdrop to their journey. Lisa's emotions swirled within her, a maelstrom of worry, admiration, and a deeper longing that she dared not fully acknowledge. She wrestled with her own desires, torn between the urge to bridge the distance between them and the knowledge that their paths diverged for the time being.

"Longing." *

She recalled the day she and Sean were kissing intimately in the bathroom, with James standing even closer to them than she was now to him. Was James’s pain then the same as hers now, unbearable to the point of suffocation? No, his pain must have been even worse. So this was what love felt like. To love someone was to be unable to bear seeing others being close to them or claiming them as their own. But she had hurt James deeply, countless times. Like self-inflicted punishment, she stood motionless in the snow, staring at the darkened window. The next morning, Jessica and James left for the City Hall.

"So are you suggesting I leave Ryan, to be sure I really want to be with him? I mean, that's how you found out this lady was the greatest love of your life, right?" "You could achieve that, without having to leave him. Clearly, that would be such a difficult task for you." He chuckled, making my ears go hot in embarrassment. "The reason I told you this story, is to place emphasis on the fact that distance makes the heart grow fonder. Sometimes, it doesn't necessarily have to be physical distance. Emotional distance could work as well. All you need, is some space to gain clarity of your mind. To be sure you really know what you want."

Every time I look at you,I fall in love all over again. Whatever you do,Ill walk with you.Hopingthat your every dream will come true.,Anytime,anywhere,I'll always be there.Wishing you love and happiness because I,xo Catalina,I read it again and again.I hate that I can'tremember anything other then moving toGermany for school.Everything else it's ablur to me. "I want to know everything,butI need time to think about all of this. It hasbeen a long morning and my mind is all overthe place."I tell Cameron hoping he will understand.

Love. END

But I know this version of me is learning something essential: Love isn’t proven by proximity. It’s proven by what you do with the distance.

Let us find some way to exist in the same space without this suffocating distance between us. It was a slim hope. Fragile and probably foolish.But it was all I had. So I drove faster, pushing the speed limit, rain streaming across the windshield like tears I refused to shed. Two hours. Just two hours. Then I’d see her again. And somehow, someway, I’d find a way to tell her with my eyes what I couldn’t say with my words. That I was still hers. That this distance changed nothing. That I’d wait as long as it took for us to find our way back to each other.

Instead, the ache spreads through my chest and down my arms as if my body has become a conduit for a choice I did not make. I close my eyes. Not to see her. To hold myself steady. Love creates conduction. It is not romance. It is physics. Proximity changes what can be felt. Connection makes some things audible that were silent before. I have lived outside that kind of conduction for so long that I mistook it for invulnerability. It was only distance. And distance, once breached, cannot be pretended back into place. I think of her, not as image, but as presence.