❝distances❞

I am not a genius
but day after mundane day
I have discovered the different kinds of distances
that has nothing to do with numbers
like how it takes about ten minutes 
for the bus home to arrive
or how the bus stops at four different places before it reaches my place
It is the distance of feelings
the pangs of longing that comes with waiting for a stupid bus
or the bouts of loneliness; emptiness
that comes with solitary walks along the hallways in school
because the same time, last year
we were standing side by side
so close that our fingers are barely brushing
It is a distance of words 
spinning around in my head, until I am b
with the memories and the suffering that comes along with it 
but when I speak, I'm at a loss of words because
I love you so much it hurts
I love you so much that written languages will never be enough
to possibly comprehend it because not even I 
understand it 
It is the distance of extremities
of "I love you"s and "I miss you"s
and please, please,
                                don't ever forget me