Space in a relationship isn’t distance. It’s room for two whole people.

Closeness gets confused with constant contact, especially early on, when replying in four seconds feels like proof of something. Two people pressed completely flat against each other stop being two people, though. Part of what you liked about them was the life they already had going, and that life took hours you were not in.

Go a Saturday without checking in every hour and notice that nothing breaks. Keep the practice, the shift, the friends who were around before this started. Coming back with something to say beats never having left.