It's a different thing altogether, to express affection and love for one another through an electronic medium rather than the gentle physical ministrations and caresses that we've become accustomed to in the years we've spent being together. For one, I miss holding and being held, a comfort that has always eased the burdens of my mind where words have failed. Secondly, it really makes for a poor story to tell. At least one I'm not used to writing down here.

But I'm not complaining. I just am clinging on to the memory of an act I cherish so dearly in place of feeling warm skin upon skin and the permeating citrus scent every time I bury my face in her neck. Fading memories that otherwise give rise to a feeling of emptiness and tugging heartache that distance always brings. Distance that even instant digital communication cannot solve.

It's ironic that in decades and centuries past, the common medium for long distance relationships were letters. Hand written with all the love in the world and sealed with a kiss. It sounds so cliche now, our perceptions of love diluted by the apathy the world has wrought. But in those days, to think that young men and women, separated by distance and time, could still find it in their hearts to stay true to one another, whereas we stray and fall pray to our insecurities at the slightest whim. You've got to ask yourself. Are we missing something here?

Have we forgotten an old magic?