This interspace makes me incapacitated. It makes me fragile and sad. I'm sick of imagining you so that I'm able to survive one more lonely day. I'm sick of those phone calls and video chats, I want your real presence. I want to talk you in person, I want to see how you react on my jokes and how you tell stories from your fantasies. I just wanted to be with you, is there something wrong with that? Am I wishing for something bad? But why, why we're experiencing this pain? Why these tears fall every night? I'm sick of pretending that you're here with me. I really hate the reality that you're so far away from me. I want you here beside me but I can't do anything but to cry.. I hate this distance.