Measured in Miles, Chosen Daily

Victoria and Jason tracked their love in numbers. Miles. Flight costs.

Time zones. Days until next visit. He memorized the drive from the airport

to her apartment even though he only made it twice a year. She kept screenshots

of countdowns she pretended not to need. When people asked how they managed,

she said, “We’re used to it.” She wasn’t lying. She just wasn’t telling the whole

truth. On his last visit, they stood beside her car, luggage packed,

both quieter than usual. “I’m scared this will always be hard,” she said.

He nodded. “Me too.” Then he added, “But I’m more scared of a life where