Love in the Time of Distances

It had been a week at his new job, the one he bagged straight out of college.

“How’s office been treating you?” She asked, sleepily. Time zone differences sure take their toll.

“It’s all great…arrgh”

“What happened?”

“Oh, nothing. It’s just that the coffee here is disgusting” He replied, still trying to spit it out.

Two thousand kilometres away, only half awake, she made a mental note to get a flask to pack coffee with him to take to office.

Two thousand kilometres away, he saw her faraway, pondering and deeply concerned expression and smiled. Knowing exactly what she was thinking, he lulled her to sleep.

Boy, does distance really come in between love?

I guess not.

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In Every Passing Thought – Love in a long distance relationship

While you boarded your flight tonight, I lay in my bed listening to two songs on loop. “Leaving on a Jet plane” and “Hey there, Delilah”. One about not wanting to leave your loved one but still having to go. The other on longing for your love who’s in a different place than you. The music spoke to me just as the lyrics sang to me. I’ve pondered over a billion thoughts, lost in an enchanting symphony. Not one of those thoughts failed to include you. Your essence permeated into each one, like a living, breathing corporal presence covering me in a blanket of warmth.

Seems unreal. Seems surreal. You’re a thousand miles away and, yet, you’re here. I can’t speak with you for an entire day but you still whisper in my ears every other second.

So I’m lying here in my bed again. Imagining all our dreams coming true. You know, about finally being together? In the same city, country and continent? About setting up our place together. You say you’d do all the work will I can sit comfortably and rattle off instructions. Sweet! I think about going grocery shopping with you. I think about giving lists to you while you forget to get half the stuff and work the charm of a sheepish grin on getting caught.

I wipe a tear away as I smile and recall our happy place. The one you created with words and love to bring me out of my worst nightmares. A cottage near a pond. A toddler learning to ride a bike. A girl helping her mother down the stairs. A baby on the way. A man taking in the sight with a happy sigh. A walk, hand in hand, to watch a setting sun. It sounds silly and unrealistic to a rational mind. It is not supposed to be real though. It’s supposed to keep alive within us the idea of a home, the feeling of belongingness, the assurance of a future and the love of a lifetime. It is meant to be idealistic. It works.

I can see the hours go by. Each agonizingly long and painfully slow. Symbolic of the life we’re living.

You see, you’re on a flight, and time for me has halted. I’m on pause, darling, till you hit play again.

Meanwhile, I’ll dream of having a cup of coffee with you as John Denver’s dulcet tones carry on …“Ev’ry place I go, I’ll think of you, Ev’ry song I sing, I’ll sing for you, When I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring. So kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you’ll wait for me. Hold me like you’ll never let me go.”

What are your thoughts on long distance relationships? Or relationships in general? Do you think they’re worth all the trouble we put ourselves through? Let me know in the comments section down below!

Love,

Varnika