Longing Has a Shape, and You Built Your Love Inside It
The relationship you kept alive across cities or continents was real. The 2 a.m. calls from different time zones, the screenshots of things that reminded you of him, the way you held the whole person in your head with a fidelity that felt almost religious, none of that was performance. But longing is also a container. And like any container, it gives shape to whatever is poured into it.
