You will receive postcards from abroad tender and withered, kisses, memories.
How is everyone? I miss you.
Oh, how time flies...*
How is everyone? I miss you.
Oh, how time flies...*
It seems to be a popular idea, even common knowledge that long distance love doesn’t last. I do not imply that I know much about love (maybe just a little more now that when I was 20), but I know something about distance and how relationships work when one or the other lives in a different country.
In the 7 years since we know each other we spoke every day but we only live in the same city since a few month, and he is often working on projects abroad. And we are one of several couples that I met and that have being leaving at distance for years.
I often ask myself why people are so scared about distance. Why would physical distance ruin a relationship more than time, more than routine, ignorance, egocentrism or all the other human mistakes? Some time ago I was mostly afraid of being cheated. Maybe is the wisdom of the age but, as years went by, as the passion and the enthusiasm from the beginning left the place to more clear feelings, I feared less. I also understood that people never cheat because they are not in the same town as their companion. Most of the time they just use distance as an excuse for their lack of confidence or for their nature, or whatever else that stops them to disclose their feelings.
Our distance relationship has been probably the most beautiful adventure of our lives. Time was running fast between two reunions, sometimes in different cities and countries. The weeks before seeing each other were counted as impatience was rising. We spoke so often on the phone (fights included) and we sent letters and postcards (too bad that people don't do that so often anymore).
We often choose to meet in a new city. This is how we got to meet in airports and hotels coming from different directions, and what a thrill has been to discover all those new places where sensations were amplified by our feelings and time was much more precious. This is how we got to watch Vienna from Prater, to walk hand in hand under the linden of Berlin, to be amazed by the snow in Barcelona or to walk on the lighted streets of Rome.
We sometimes forget that what a relation needs most are love and memories, we forget that time (not distance) is what we can not master.
* from a song of spanish singer Ismail Serrano

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