It seems that for me even living on the same continent as her is too much to ask.
But for all the thousands of miles that there are between us, this doesn’t change the impact she has on my life – nor does it stop me worrying about her like she lives two doors down instead of across an ocean.

But maybe that’s what makes her so special; the fact that it’s impossible for me to take her for granted, and that every second that I’m able to talk to her is treasured more than any moment spent with friends that I can touch.

That said, I sure wouldn’t complain if I could whinge at her in person every now and then, hehe.