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Long distance is f*cking hard.  It's not hard because of you. It's easy to be with you.   It's hard because of me - my fears, my insecurities. All amplified in my head by the uncertainty. By the distance.  Long distance is hard because of what our mind makes of it. It's a mental challenge that places us in a state of discomfort with seemingly no release.  A modern human is a comfortable species. We wince at the slightest exposure to distress. We've built a well-cushioned world around us where everything is aimed to satisfy our need to instant gratification.  Hungry? Uber eats. Bored? Netflix.  Horny? Pornhub. Want to connect with another human?  Get on Tinder, Bumble, Grinder, OKCupid.  The biggest discomfort we experience is the time period between registering the signal that a need has to be fulfilled and opening the app. While waiting for the delivery or letting the video buffer, the anxiety spikes up a bit, but you know the itch will get scrat...