Giving Space

Why is it so hard to give the ones we love some kind of space? Do we actually believe if we don't talk to or see a person all the time that they will forget who we are? Is it really that important to get all of our answers today? Will the question cease to be there tomorrow? Why is love mixed with such exquisite pain? Why are we so afraid of honesty? Does lying ever make anything better? Is it ever helpful to hold onto things that need to be said, want to be said, have to be said, because we're too afraid that our answer will never be the one we imagined in our head? Can the act of loving someone be strong enough to surpass all the hardships in life? Why should we roll over and lose when we're strong enough to keep fighting? Can a love cultivated and nurtured over 10 years be erased by space and timing?