the voice on the other side of the world...

so close yet so far away. So cliché I know, but so true. The distance is killing me. Why can't these feelings be there when he's at home? Is that saying absence makes the heart grow fonder that true? When it's right here in front of you, why can't it be appreciated, cherished for how special it is? Continuing to take it for granted and one day it just may not be there.