The thing about distance is that it forces you to
appreciate every minute of time spent together. We tend
to take things for granted when we have them within our
hand’s reach, we realize their value only when we see their
faces blurring from speeding train windows or long for their
touch while tracing miles across faded maps.
The thing about living apart from each other was that
even after we were no longer together, just the prospect
of you being in the same city as me was exhilarating. Just the
thought that you were breathing in the same air, walking through
the same streets made my heart beat a little faster and a little
louder than it had the authority to. After all you
weren’t mine to dedicate my heartbeats
to.
At times like these, I can’t help
searching for you in the faces of strangers. Scavenging through
crowds for a mere flicker of you, a faint scent, a flash of
smile. I had idolized you too much to not get excited about the
idea of you doing even the most ordinary tasks in the same place
as me. They say you need closure to hold on to your sanity.
I am starting to believe it.
