With Love Comes Distance?

Kings, in fairy tales, do it.

They lock their cursed daughters away in metaphorical towers, shielding them until the time is ripe. Even though they themselves yearn to hold and cherish their daughters as the years chip away at the precious time they have left. They endure the suffering in the knowledge is is for the better.

Soldiers, in wartime, do it.

They pay no heed to lovers, families who beg them to stay and forsake the wars. They leave for frontiers distant and alien, to fight meaningless wars, to shed blood selflessly. They endure the seperation in the knowledge that it is the only way to give their close ones a stab at peace, a chance at survival.

Closer to ordinary life, parents also do it.

They grit their teeth and punish their children when the young and inexperienced need it. Even though their hearts bleed when their children scream "I hate you!" in defiance. They endure the thankless rigors of parenthood in the knowledge that their progeny will make better people one day.

I did it too!

I wrapped my 6610 in a plastic cover. I can't delight in its soft texture playing upon my fingertips, can't feel it close to me anymore, but perhaps this way it might live to see the sun chase the moon a few more times.

Strange how sometimes in order to love someone, you have to allow distance to grow between you and them.