“A hundred miles away, or perhaps next door – the distance does not matter”, he smiles as he whispered to himself. His mother used to say this about love.
“When the time comes, love will walk into your life and take you by surprise”, she would yell from the kitchen, shaking her head at his sulking frame.
He wished to hear her one more time, one last time before he left the house forever. Tomorrow, he would be in a new city, a new country with the love of his life. She used to be his next-door neighbor then, and years later he found her, waiting for a lover from miles away
Prompt: Distance @ Six Sentence Story