It's not like he was here. It's not like he could hold my hand. It's not like we were eating dinner together every day. It's not like I could hug him. It's still the same. Phone calls. Skype. Text messages. Emails. That's it. That's how it has been for the past however many days. We haven't been living in the same city (or the same apartment) now for the past couple of months. Long-distance. It's already started. Nothing new. Nothing changed. He's still not in the same city and he still can't hold my hand and I still can't hug him and we still can't go out to dinner and we're still not bumming around together on the sofa. Nothing changed.
Except that he got on a plane and now he's an ocean away.
And it's stupid and it's silly and it's downright ridiculous.
But there's a lump in my throat that just won't budge.