when I am an outsider looking in and seeing the warmth and tenderness- that I wish I had that, too.But distance has taken that away from me and I have learned to get used with what I have. To understand the silence. To translate sacrifice into love. To live with the absence.I long for a lifetime where I know, even if only for a moment, what it feels like to share that warmth and connection like others have. Or maybe a future that has that which I can look forward to that.I still wonder what kind of life it would have been if things were different but I suppose I will never know.