Who has the authority to say that what you are feeling is anything but Real Love? Why can emails not carry the same weight that hand holding does? Why can a Skype call not convey the same emotions as a meal together? Why do the words “you mean so much to me” have less value when they’re typed as opposed to spoken? Who decides all this crap? Who decides what falling in love gets to mean?
Why, Em, why? Why do you write so beautifully? <3 I'm just spellbound each time I read your words. It's like poetry disguised as prose. I'm just a *little* emotional after reading this. A little. Sigh.
And a little mad too because this somehow reminds me of all the things that could have been - with Slack messages and Skype calls and Lana del Rey songs playing. Sigh sigh. Now, it's just the songs, but no words. It's just the love, but unrequited. (Why am I so dramatic? xD)
I love this piece with all my heart, okay. If I could write even 10% as good as you do, I'd be the happiest person on the planet. :)