Here's part two. Thanks for the readers.

The Problem with Long Distance Relationships (2)

I once wrote you a note, explaining why I want to come back to you. At the bottom, I had written:

“You always surface at every woman’s face, imprisoning me with your haunting sadness.”

And it is the truth. I have tried to move on. I once foolishly thought that there were more fishes in the sea. You couldn’t satisfy my one need, I can get someone who can. What I forgot was the fact that I didn’t live in the sea. I lived in a small pond where everyone turns out to look like you but isn’t really you. Her hair is yours, her fingers are yours, her breasts and voice is all yours.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I never experienced absence when we were together but miles apart. How come I feel this absence when we’re a miles apart in all context?