That exchange of words fills a void.
A void of which one realises when contact happens.
Without those vibrations and pings a sense of being incomplete takes over.
The mind is engaged in attempts to prolong those moments, to stay away from silence.
It’s difficult to explain how elated one feels just by a presence virtual.
The exhilaration is not lost irrespective of discussions mundane.
Time and again there is a feeling evanescent, how beautiful it would be if together we were ever forever.