you told yourself you were fine with it — that long distance was just a phase, that love could stretch itself across time zones and stay the same. but some nights it didn’t feel that way. some nights it was too quiet, the kind of quiet that made you ache. you missed the small things — the way he’d hum along to songs in the car, the warmth of his hoodie that always smelled like his cologne, the sound of him laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.