“When you miss someone who lives in a different state, you fall asleep holding pillows and learn to decipher the cracks and catches in his voice — the ones that tell you he really cares — because you can’t always see his eyes when you talk. You trust him. More than anything, you remember that he’s worth it — worth the mental gymnastics, worth the handwritten letters, worth the waiting ‘til next time.”

“Sleep soundly,” you’ll say every night, “and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”