the paradox of distance.

I knew you when you were small

I was there for every step and every fall

We told stories until the sun dawned on us

We forgot to abide by time and mistakenly danced with our id until the moon became the star

When you moved

I was sure the rain envied our tears

We promised to stay in touch

Said though we are an ocean apart we knew this is simultaneously the closest we will possibly be to each other

We sustained our friendship

By way of instant text messaging, email, and international postal mail

Until one day I logged in and saw that you had a familyvvvvv

And I looked back at our instant texting message and emails and realized

It has been over seven years since we spoke.

I blinked and broke our promise.

So in the end

The closest we will possibly be to each other is simultaneously the furthest we have been to each other.

This is the paradox of the distance between us

And the promise we made that stretched too thin for the naked eye.