I enjoyed the rhythm of the weeks when we were together. At first, looking forward to visiting one another every other weekend, that longing that distance gave us. We stayed in that state for too long.
But once we had joined our lives, that rhythm we fell into wasn’t ideal, not at all. It lead to problems, I know, but I still long for it. Weekdays of work then home, work then home. Weekends being lazy, shopping for housewares together, visiting family. The back and forth patterns were always reassuring.
This is a bit rambling but that’s how my brain is today.