Dear friend,
Once upon a time there was her, who promised with fancy. She beheld wistful glimpses into the future resplendent with gaiety and promise. Yet, she rued her failing friendships from the past and nodded solemnly.
‘One day we will leave. And you will be here and I will be there. It won’t be the same you know, and I cannot bear to think about that. I don’t know what I would do without you.’
‘Why? You will be here and I will be there. Once you are used to the difference, the distance won’t matter.’
‘It hasn’t worked in the past. Why would it work now?’
But it would. If only you had remembered me there, flung from a social extravaganza into a life less lively. Adapting to the old family that reared its brand new façade and grunted to enliven conversation. I didn’t laugh the same way, or cry the same way. I didn’t grant the same way, the way I did when you were my family.
What good really is nostalgia? What good, when you have chosen your life. Sometimes you curl up in your bed struggling under the heavy darkness alive with a strange kingdom, and you think of me. Your hand reaches to me amidst doubts and self-pity, but the blackness prevents you from seeing straight and you retract. I call the next day and you half sob. But my heart has become impervious and I strain it. But my heart has become impervious.
What good are these words that will never reach you? Dear friend, I remember you with a touch of mirth. But the pending has assumed the past. It would not work now.
Love,
Dear friend.
5 comments:
Is this ramble about how distances do matter and how difficult it is when someone is far away ?
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whether it was a confession(a guilty conscience) or a greater expectation(from the other person) for a more matured understanding of the ways of world,I don't know.the post put it nicely,in a simple straightforward way.
wheter it was a confession(a guilty conscience) or a greater expectation(from the other person) for a more matured understanding of the ways of world,I don't know.the post put it nicely,in a simle straightforward way.
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