salient.

You know, I've never believed that long distance relationships could work. Yes, not even now.

It's not a matter of controlling my partner, I doubt I've much done so in my past relationships, but more of a "I need him when I want someone to hold." kind of mentality. Not exactly bull's eye on my point, but at least, he would be within touch, within reach, a real being.

Of course, no matter where he is, he's just going to be a phone call away, a message away so on and so forth.

Nonetheless, it's different. Just, different.

Factor in the time differences, the culture differences, the different lifestyles, the list goes on and on, mirroring the list of frustrations that attribute to the wear and tear of a relationship.

I've realised, I can't put down the differences. They're flashing in front of me, non-stop. They ar there, all right, undeniable, discriminating and constantly conscious. I can't walk down that one straight road without a single thought of whether that stranger is looking at me, or if that stranger there is dying to ask me something.

No I can't.

Some things are better left unsaid, though the unsaid thoughts for both him and her thunder a million thoughts, drilling a thousand nails, etching truth so deep they can't be mended.

There are times when truly, smile because it happened.