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I Missed You While Sitting Right Next to You

On the strange loneliness of being close and far away at the same time.

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Some evenings my husband is a room away, on a screen of his own, and I'm at the kitchen table on mine. Some evenings we're on the same sofa, and the distance is exactly the same.

That's the part nobody warns you about. You can miss someone while your shoulder is touching theirs.

The quiet kind of distance

It isn't a fight. There's nothing to apologise for. It's the slow way two people become very good at living alongside each other, managing a home, raising a child, and somehow stop meeting in the middle of it.

You know their schedule. You know their coffee. You're not sure you know what they thought about today.

Loneliness in a marriage doesn't come from being apart. It comes from being together and unseen.

Why it happens

Because life is full and attention is finite. Because by the end of the day we have given most of ourselves away: to work, to children, to inboxes. Because screens are easier than conversation, and nobody has to risk anything by scrolling.

None of this makes anyone a bad partner. It makes them tired.

What closes the distance

Not grand gestures. Small acts of turning towards each other.

  • Look up when the other person comes into the room
  • Ask about the thing they mentioned yesterday
  • Touch, without it having to mean anything more
  • Say “I miss you” even when they're sitting right there
  • Put the phone down for one conversation a day, all the way down, face first

The last one is the hardest, and the one that matters most.

What I'm learning

That noticing is the beginning. The evenings when I see the distance are already different from the ones when I don't. Saying it out loud, gently, without blame, is usually enough to make the other person look up too.

We Used to Talk More. Then Life Got Loud.

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I read, I choose, and I write about the books that stay with me. I also write The Keeper Chronicles.

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