What does distance really do? I don't feel like I need you now that I've been balanced with only my own arms raised at my sides, my questions asked, my physics written out in chalk, my palms wiped on my jeans. I can do without Rube Goldberg machines.
Was I supposed to miss you more? What is distance even for? And be honest, are you really shocked that I would doubt what I want? On every Apollo mission, two men walked on the moon and the third one waited in orbit.