distance has caused a space.

…between me and those around me. while growing up; i moved a round a lot. so much that when i think back to things nothing seems to add up in years, location, or even people…its all i blur of memories that appear then disappear into the mass of space and time.
i think this…never rooting in one place or another…has made me flexible and acceptable to almost any kind of change. but its always made me used to not being close to anyone…even those i love. i have always been away from family…years at a time…i haven’t seen my father for seven years and my little brother in three…i miss my brother a lot, he now a man living in a grown up world.
this is something i’ve learned to lend myself over to…but something that has crippled me in a sense.
i care very much so many in my life…even those who i speak very little to…i think of. but that care, that affection is never spoken…many times such things never have to be addressed and it is just to know someone…but it pains me. if only i could, without fear, or whatever it is that hold me from it…to love and be close to others.
it seams that we get let few if any in…allowing them to see our vulnerable parts. is it just enough to love them…does addressing that make it so, or does it just exist and remain? and is that enough?