You think you’ve been stretched to the maximum. You feel like if you were pulled somemore, you’d lose all your elasticity. You know you would break with just one more fraction of a movement.
Then life throws at you yet another challenge.
And you still don’t break.
If distance was something edible, I’d gobble it up in a minute. Even if it tastes like day-old rubber with a tinge of mold, I’d still eat it gladly, if it would mean I could eat up the distance we have in between.
I don’t think you know or have a clue of how much you are missed. Or maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m the one being missed. Because I am, after all, the one not there beside you. We both know I want to, oh! how much I want to.
I’m constantly thinking – that’s constantly – thinking, of the past years we can never get back. There is so much lost time to make up for; the weeks days minutes seconds, all of which should have been spent with you by my side. I want to say, fret not, we have plenty more where that came from! but, ah! what a waste really. Time waits for no man, they say. Well, tell them they forgot to mention the women.
If distance was an object, I’d pack it up and put it in a little glass bottle.
I need to look at it and know, it’s so small that it’s manageable. I need to touch it and know, it will not bite me no more. I need to keep it and know, distance is something far in the past.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Whoever wrote that forgot to finish the story.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Reunion makes the distance worthwhile.
