it's funny how things work sometimes. i remember one of our first conversations where both of us seemed wary of getting into a(nother) long-distance relationship. i don’t know how we ended up where we are right now, but i know that we did and that’s all that matters to me.
because every time i think about things that make me happy, i think about the comfort that we share from a thousand miles apart. it’s not something that I ever thought could happen to someone like me; somebody who craved physical presence more than anything, and you know, i would be lying if i said that i don’t anymore, but know this: hearing you on the other end of the line at the end of a tiiiiring day, it helps me sleep.
and on some of these nights, when we are staring at our screens; staring at each other through devices that have made this possible, i want to just sit quietly and want to watch your sari picture to this quiet. i want to listen to what you have come to call ‘our comfortable silences’. but even after all this while, i know there are things i do not know about you; things that you feel would be too much on my part to bear, but love, how can i not, when i want to love not just the parts that you want me to, but the whole of you?
sometimes when you text me right in the middle of an afternoon when i’d be working, just to tell me that you are feeling overwhelmed with love, i feel both amused and giddy with joy. giddy with joy because you know why but amused because you laugh every time i use a cliché to tell you about this feeling in our hearts. you could fool the world about your inability to be cheesy but know that i know how *cue drum rolls* you’d have given nicholas sparks a run for his money if you tried.
it’s been a long letter and i remember you telling me you don’t like reading the longer ones, but what i do know is that you are going to read this one. and you are gonna pick up the phone in the middle of the night and give me that call.