The thing is, you have a life outside of me and the same goes for me. Too little of us intersect. And we realise we both can live without each other. It doesn't matter if we have exchanges throughout the day, week, even month. We cease and still find ourselves living well. There's no actual damage done because there wasn't actual presence in the start. I can think about you during the day and you may do likewise but even if we don't let each other in on this, we live. Nothing's sufficiently tangible to hold us together.

But maybe. This is how we work?