The worst part about long distance isn't the goodbyes.

It's the moments right after the goodbyes - it's wiping the tears away and walking out of the airport by yourself. It's driving home alone in the car. Walking back into the empty house. Restarting the countdown that's pinned up on the wall.

I miss you.

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