Still there is a bizarre, almost unconscious desire to be closer. Even if neither of you want the gap fully closed, there lies something within your bodies that does. The Sisyphean effort to satisfy this urge and combat it at the same time, lately I have come to wonder if this in and of itself, is the act of love — of surrender, a demonstration of how far you’re willing to go for them, towards them, away from them, and towards them again. Maybe this is part of why our time together is so overwhelming. Maybe we are constantly trying, in vain, to close the gap between us, to feel the completeness and satisfaction of becoming one again, which we can never fully do. The space always remains, and in that chasm a part of you falls, dies, never returns.