🎵 Soooomewhere, ouuuut there... 🎵

I was telling this to my girlfriend at the time when she moved and she was like : tf you taking about?

We broke up.

Starting out, my wife and I were long distance.

Things like looking at the moon and stars were a small way we felt together, even though we were states apart. There was a train that came by at about midnight, every night. I lived close enough to the tracks, she could hear the horn over the phone. That first night we were in that room, physically together, that train sounded so loud. It was like I was really hearing it for the first time.

Even now, when one of us takes a solo trip, I catch myself looking out a window once it gets dark. Something about the thought, that chance moment that she's looking outside, too, makes it feel like she's right there beside me, even if it's only for a second.

My Dad died 13 years ago and I’m fucking bawling.

Dear Daughter,

I will meet you on the Moon.

Love, Dad

OOP's dad is a ham radio enthusiast.

There's a beautiful Tang Dynasty Chinese poem about this idea: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quiet_Night_Thought

床前明月光 疑是地上霜 举头望明月 低头思故乡

Before my bed lies a pool of moon bright I could imagine that it's frost on the ground I look up and see the bright shining moon Bowing my head I am thinking of home

You moved from Medford to Portland?
And you both see the same moon!

What's sad, is that depending on time zones/where you move the picture doesn't hold true

And even though I know how very far apart we are

It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby

It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky!

Letter says: Did you watch the game last night?

• dad

Plot twist: OOP is Australian and just move one town over

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Did you move from Toledo to Cincinnati?

Joe Dirt