The thing no one tells you about falling in love is the loneliness of missing them. Falling in love with someone from across two bridges, a tunnel and state lines. There's cravings that will never be fulfilled, a never ending lust for an interaction that is otherwise deemed impossible. When it's 3am and I've collapsed into my pillows from the overwhelming emptiness that hovers over me at the early hours of the morning, there is no driving over for a hug. There is no midnight fast food runs or early morning diner dates. There is no "come outside" or "open the door." And on nights like tonight when I crave your arms more than the oxygen in my lungs, the extra distance between our hearts strings a little more than usual.
Nadia Starbinski, from “excerpts from the book i’ll never write”