I come from a country with a population of unbelievably intelligent people, yet the quality of education is almost abominable. So like a lot of other Indians, I aced my high school and college grades and transferred as a junior to Boston University.

Now, although moving here has been nothing short of a fantasy come true, setting aside the one million things that go wrong for me on a day to day basis, I left a very significant part of my life behind.

I am definitely referring to my gorgeous rescue Cocker Spaniel, Ruan, but also to my boyfriend. He has been with me for a long time and the shift here puts both of us in a difficult situation.

Contrary to the belief of most people, long distance does work...occasionally, for some lucky couples. My brother was in one for 7 years of his life before he married the woman of his dreams. Scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed, reading about other successful love stories gives the cynic in me some hope.

Although I resist to admit it, it's easier to be in love with someone who lives 7605 miles away from you in today's world of virtual technology. Let me scratch that, it's easier to maintain a relationship with someone who lives 7605 miles away from you.

Sure, the distance is terrible. But god bless the geniuses of the Zuckerberg world who've created Facebook, Instagram, Whatsapp, Snapchat, Skype that let us drifted apart couples maintain an illusion of close proximity with one another.

A plus to long distance definitely remains the appeal to old school romantics like me, to get inspired by some Frida Kahlo love letters to Diego Rivera or Kafka to his Milena and attempt to write one for my very own muse.

Dearest,

How do you start these letters? This morbid fragment, that is nothing but a shadow of the enormity of what I experience for you.

The truth is, I don’t want to function without your presence, my love. I feel trapped, with no magic, no outside time, no core sense of my being, for my definitions of love and happiness and ultimate truth lie inside the walls of your room, stretched continental oceans apart from myself.

I ask you for your silence, for in the trembling of your heart, in all of the irregularities of your beats, I find my sanity. I find my silence. In the chaos that surrounds me, I ask to be channeled just towards your clutter because every insignificant detail my mind encounters, it all seems to lead back to you.

I am looking for tangibility in this love because I have all this feeling inside of me, but nothing to hold, to touch, to experience. I envy the lovers who can retire in the depth of the night into each other's arms, for the only comfort I can secede to is the brittleness of your voice after every virtual conversation I am endowed to have.

Nothing compares to the taste of your musk scented lips, the salty tangerine that my tongue enjoys frolicking with. My body craves to be held by the muscularity of your arms, with every inch of your skin softly cooing to my wading self. My fingers taste the spring that emerges of your pained sins, a battle of epiphanies that you call your soul.

You are the mirror to the darkest depths of my soul, the gentle chain that tugs me to the destination I always intended to go to but never had the courage to follow. I have always been a thirsty child, longing to be loved and wanted. Your kind sentience and patience has won over me. You sketched dreams on the ache of my waist as you held me during the dawns that I am too afraid to revisit. All of those memories are a painstaking reminder of the mountains and oceans that divide us this very minute, throwing our canvas, our miserable bones, our aching souls to corners of the world that can never intersect.

This oblivion of empty words can never reconstruct the divinity of your touch,
But the mortal, love longing woman that I have become,
I give you an entirety of my echoing feelings
That call out to you
Moment after moment.

I have found my purpose in the subtlety of your lips.
And all of the destinations I am thrusted towards now
Will remain seemingly temporary
Until,
I am carried forward
Towards your presence.

Love,
The woman who can’t get you off her mind.