If you truly want to be respected by people you love, you must prove to them that you can survive without them.
Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.
If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard. And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.
Sometimes the things that are felt the most are expressed between two souls over the distance and over time...where no words abide. And others may speak freely, live with one another freely, express themselves freely– just like everyone else, but then there is you... you have no words for proof of reassurance, no tokens of professed love, but you have something. Something worth keeping.
Friendships - and indeed most relationships - are measured in the closeness of hearts, minds and soul ties... not in the distance of physical miles or even the passing of time.
At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.