I’ve always been an optimist.  I can find a silver lining under a turd if you ask me to.  So on nights like this, when I sleep alone because you’re out saving the world, I think of the time not so long ago when I would worry about you from across the country and you would come home in the morning to an empty bed. I think of the texts I got from you a year ago, that said simply “God I need you.”  I remember the times when you were run so ragged that we often got only two or three minutes on the phone every few days.  This is better, Love.  Way better.

It makes me think of you too, Tumblr.  Many of you, I know, are still fighting the distance we endured.  Some are wrestling with what to do—trying to bend fate to your will; others are resigned to be star-crossed lovers separated by circumstance until your next life.  I understand; I know you have reasons, as we did, for enduring your separation.  But to all of you, I give a piece of sappy advice I passed out to an individual a couple of days ago: chasing happiness is never the wrong decision. 

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