I was curling up in your arms, my head laying on your shoulders, my hand feeling the quiet beating inside your chest. Yet I know our hearts both belonged to somewhere we had left behind.
You were lying next to me and holding my hands. You smiled at me but I wasn't sure if it was a tired smile, or a sympathetic smile for all the memories we couldn't have because we could not and would not be together anymore.
The distance between us is not measured by transoceanic airplane flights or cross-continent train rides. I cannot travel the distance between our hearts.