The Distance The furthest I'd ever travelled to see a woman was about 200 km. We'd been dating for a few weeks when this particular evening had come around and left me alone in the city while she was alone out of the city. It was after nine o'clock and towards the end of a long telephone call when she asked me to come stay over since her parents were not at home. It had all the markings of a high school romance but without the age and with added distance.

It was a long drive through the darkness and I thought I missed my turn more than once, but managed to make it to her easily enough. By the time I arrived, though, it was nearly midnight, and we hardly had time to enjoy the fire she had waiting before I had to sleep, wake, and leave. Still, though, I remember it being worth the trip just to see her smile.

Love could easily be defined by everything between two people, even more than just how they relate to one another. The distance between them and the obstacles they have to overcome to prove to themselves, moreso than anyone else, that they're ready for what might be.  ¶ 10:58 AM