This word speaks to me. The person I chose to spend my life with… I would use the word DISTANT to describe. So far away, yet so close. And now that he is leaving to be physically distant for a month or so, I feel weird about it. Part of me really likes these alone times, but part of me is afraid. Afraid that I will be here all alone and no one will know if something happens to me. I hope I find enough things to keep me occupied that my thoughts don’t spiral out of control.
I feel like everyone in my life is distant, whether is be actual location, as most of the people in my close inner circle are thousands of miles away, and the ones that are close in proximity are distant in actions and words. It makes me feel separated from life.