Distances end up taking so much of us.... we want it or we don't. At the end of the day we might sit up in our bed alone, thinking about how life has shaped up, thinking what gave direction to the day that just swept away. But the crux remains.

It is not the miles that separate us, the moments do it all the more. More than what we thought they even could. It is only when our heart wishes to relive the moments, we realise the intensity of the the distances that separate us. "Mental or physical".. Immaterial. 

What matters more is the fact that the moments face the brunt of the life that we have lived.
 

The moments cry for all the disputes that remained unsolved..!