That's the way it always goes... At first very little is enough. A minor thing. Even the hope itself is enough. And you are happy. Unbearably happy that you don't have anything. Because every smile is unique. Every gesture is meaningful and promises Heaven. Every letter is filled with strange, charming meaning that only you could understand.
You are happy to see the green icon in skype, the dots, the brackets, the dashes... The mere thought that he is somewhere there and is probably doing something at the moment. Maybe sleeping. Or writing. Or reading something carelessly lying on the sofa. Or watching TV and drinking beer.
And the most important now is that you don't need anything! You just want to be close to him sometimes. To watch him eating sushi. Or closing his eyes because of the sun. Or playing the guitar, watching you standing there not daring to breathe scared to ruin the moment... and smiling.
Enough, completely enough is just listening to his voice. The way he talks. Or how he laughs. With magical, uncomparable laughter. Or how he sings. Exactly the song you want to hear at the moment. Touching your heart and soul.
And it doesn't matter that he is thousands of miles away... You don't notice it. For now. Because for now it is enough.
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