People always say, “I could be on her doorstep in a matter of hours. If I took this flight or that bus, I would be across the country and in her arms.” But miles aren’t what separates us. I know where you live. I’m going home today. Back to “God’s Country”, as we always called it. You will be ten minutes away. It takes four roads and three songs on the radio. If I speed a little, I can leave at 11:54 and make it home by midnight. I know exactly where to find you. You are right next to me. We don’t have miles, we have distance. I can’t find a plane or a bus that will fix that.
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