What is missing someone? What is distance? It is space between you and me, but when we’re sitting next to each other, there is space, too. Communication, touching, feeling may decrease this space, but our souls are always separate. I just see it as more space when I’m alone on a mountain top on the other side of the world. I breathe, and I know you’re breathing through 12,000 miles (or more) of molten rock. I am just as connected with all my family and all my friends, and the entire world. Space separates us now, but space always separates us, sometimes more than others. Maybe love is just missing someone who is sitting next to you? Maybe love is longing to be reunited with the person sitting next to you?

I reached the top of a mountain the other day. It was snowy, and I was alone, but I thought of this. I’m thousands of miles away from anyone I may know, but I continue longing for life to reunite me with all whom I love.