Distance is a funny thing. I had never had a long distance relationship in my life before my sister moved out. To another country, no less. We had been sharing the same room forever that it became apparent that my personal space felt incomplete without her. This sounds awfully cheesy so I'm skipping ahead. I guess, by the time Firu and I ended up in different towns, I've gotten the gist on the whole LDR thing. It's still hard but I manage. Distance isn't the scary part. Time is the scary part. I can still look back to when we were little girls, wearing matching pink dresses -- that I had yet to despise, running around in glee. Or when we went horseback riding in the mountains with our cousin. Or late night sleepovers and fierce, girly fights.