I was carrying two paper grocery bags. You were walking by me in the opposite direction, carrying groceries, too, but only one bag. You asked if you could help and when I tried to explain that then your hands would be just as full as mine, I dropped a bottle of salsa, red, medium spicy Trader Joe’s brand (or Trader Jose’s, as you corrected me) but it didn’t shatter which we both found interesting.
Listen to BJ Novak reading the counterpart to this story, “All You Have to Do,” here.
“I think there’s a lot to be said about loving from a distance.
It takes more phone calls and more reassurance,
It takes more tossing in your bed at night, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in by yourself,
It takes more emotion than typical love takes.
Being around someone twenty-four hours a day is easy.
You hold their hand or pick the eye lash off their cheek and hold it out for them to make a wish or buy their favourite tea at the store.
There’s a lot of physical ways to let someone know you love them,
But there really aren’t many ways to let someone know you love them when you’re hundreds of miles apart.
So you find yourself saying “I miss you” 17 times a day
Or “I love you” slipping itself into conversation in places that, had it not been for distance, would otherwise be cold and loveless.
Loving is hard from a distant.
It’s hard and it’s tiring and it’s heartbreaking at times,
But god damn, if you really love the person, it’s worth it.”—(via thewriterandthewildflower)
“Lately I’ve been feeling like there’s so much noise, you know? So much static. All these voices competing for attention. Teachers, parents, magazines. What’s in, what’s out, who’s cool, who’s not cool enough. And it’s like all this shit gets so loud I feel like I can’t even hear myself think. I just want to get in my car and drive.”—The First Time (via fantasy-of-a-dreamer)