i've learned to deal with the fact that they are no longer a phone call away (more like oceans apart now...) to do something when i am bored or there to talk to when no one else quite understands. and as of late, i have come to the realization that my friday nights just aren't quite the same without these blokes.
thankfully, letters and emails make the distance more bearable.
it's odd to think that there are tiny pieces of my heart scattered in different continents right now.
"it is a long way off, sir"
"from what jane?"
"from england and from thornfield: and ___"
"well?"
"from you, sir."
-charlottle brontë, jane eyre
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