Remote love

Sometimes it feels like it never happened. You wake up in the morning wondering if it was a dream. You're a few thousand kilometers away from each other, and you see your faces at 20 FPS (30 FPS if you are lucky).

One and half years later, and here we are, still separated. Today is one of those days when the pandemic is hitting hard again, and doubts begin to arise. What if the world has changed permanently? Are we going to see each other again? Are we growing apart? Am I stupid thinking that long-distance relationships do ever work?

Today I've read that some people at Apple don't want to go back to the office after the pandemic. They are quitting their jobs. I wonder what percentage of remote lovers will choose to remain remotely instead of going back face-to-face.

You don't know if everything is going to work until you meet again. There is a big chance that everything was like before, but there is also a probability that we don't recognize us, like those friends that you don't see for a long time, and after meeting again, you wonder how could have you been friends in the past.