Prompt: 6."Sometimes your only available transportation is a leap of faith."
The worst thing about long distance relationships? It's hard to point out. Literally everything is annoying. A text message 'Good Morning' for a kiss, a phone call for hug, talking to a plastic screen instead of lazing in her arms - it's an endless list. It's the infuriating replacement of her with a ton of gadgets which are supposed to make communication easier but end up making you restless anyway. What good is a text message when you want to feel her lips on yours, what's so blessed about a phone call when you want to link your fingers with hers. No skype call could ever replace her running her fingers through your short hair. It's seems pittance of a replacement of her. Then again - you aren't going to throw away your phone in utter annoyance. You live for those rambling text messages, those long phone-calls. Waiting for a word from her is your favorite pastime. What's infuriating is all these - leave you longing for more - more which you will have to impatiently wait for.
Perhaps the worst of long distance relationships could be arguing. Messages shorten in length and detail to snappy words, and asking for forgiveness over phone-calls is something that proves to rile you up further. Yep, that's precisely where the modern marvels of communication fail miserably. Nothing quite equates to falling on your knees and begging. Emotions get amplified just then - desperation, impatience and longing just blow out of proportion - it's hard to explain. In those moments, that sappy feeling of romance really makes sense. You would willingly walk 500 miles to end up at her door. It doesn't seem stupid at all - it seems completely logical and totally sane.
That explains why you're here, in San Francisco, instead of Toronto. That also explains why you're here - gripping a baseball bat and fidgeting in the cab, waiting to reach her apartment. It takes a while to get there, and when you do finally get there - just before you rush into the building, a little thought crosses your mind.
You're going to see her. After what feels like years - you're going to see her, and she has no idea you're here. You're filled with excitement as you think that. No matter how mad she is with you, you're thrilled that you're going to be seeing her.
Almost hopping with glee you run into the building, and hope she's home now. You're too impatient to wait now, even for a minute. You can feel your phone vibrate, probably a message from her - that's she's finally forgiven you after three long days. You don't bother to check it. Finally, finally - you're standing outside her apartment and without any further delay - press the doorbell a few too many times.
The good part of long distance relationships? That look of happy surprise when she sees you holding up a baseball bat, that one millisecond of disbelief till she realizes it's actually you - standing outside her door.
"So, if you're mad at me we could head to the batting cages. I've heard it's cathartic. Or you could just club me with this."
That bliss when she rushes into your arms and clings to you - the way she's so close to tears of joy as she hugs you tight? Yeah, that's probably the best part of long distance relationships.