This French saying is true and false at the same time.
It's true because the farther the object or person that is dear to your heart is, the longer time passes, the more your pain caused by the absence eases and fades.
But as soon as you know you'll see it again, as soon as you know you are getting closer to it in place and time, the pain rises again, the hopes surge, you feel the blood pumping into your heart again faster and faster... Closer and closer... Sooner and sooner...
And if you have to leave it again, go faraway from it again, then the pain feels like your heart will explode and even though time and distance will soothe it, the wound has deepened.
There are only 2 solutions to it: keep away from it, never talk about it, hide away your feelings, bury it deep... Or stay with it forever, no matter what...
This choice is the hardest. Mine is staying here in my original country or leave again and go back to the country that did feel like home...
