Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder: The Last Mile

Drenched in the rain with a song running in the background sounds poetic as long as you aren't at the receiving end. In reality, everything stops; phones, cabs, and humans! But you persevere, for what? Love, what else. It's the one day of the week you get to see each other because imprisonment in the name of Google Calendars exists now. 

That one precious moment when everything else is forgotten like a goldfish trying to find its way back. If there was a human reset button, it would be this person's warm embrace. But now you're missing it and the reset is soon turning into a 404 Error situation. 

Once in a blue moon whenever you face such dejection you pacify yourself with soothing facts of life; you'll be together one day, this isn't the last time, you'll grow old together etc But on some horrible days it feels like the end of the world. What if this is the last time? How will we ever make it work, the universe is conspiring against us and your will cannot take it anymore. 

You want to force yourself to fix the situation, no matter the cost. More often than not, it is at the lover's expense. Why is the last mile the hardest? It is so because you think you know all the outcomes and the only delay is time itself, nothing dramatic, just wasteful time you selfishly want to spend with this person you call your own. 

Amazing thing it is to be human, dealing with such complex emotions when the solution is of a very primal nature; feeling safe. Unforeseen weather conditions, manmade distractions, and even your own sloth, all can piece themselves together when your person arrives and stays. 

Stays for the lows, the things that blow, the suffering, the soothing, the tears that never seem to stop find a shoulder to soak, they stay as long as you heal, it's almost magical, like tears of a phoenix. But it's the last mile, the toughest in any relationship, they have to leave and it breaks you until it doesn't anymore because they leave a piece of themselves too in you, with each embrace, each kiss planted on the forehead so willingly that it latches onto the fabric of your existence, and that stays. Always.    

**I missed the anniversary post, especially knowing that 11 years have passed since I started writing and managing this safe space. In a way, this blog helped me discover myself and preserved a part of me that exists but makes special appearances in my daily life. Today was one such day. So I thought why not utilise it the best way I know?**