For almost four years, we have been inseparable—not once have we experienced the challenge of long distance. But now, for the first time, we are apart, and it feels like a test of patience, resilience, and love.
I have always been a quiet person, reserved in most conversations. But with him, I am different. I am talkative, expressive, and unfiltered. He is the one I can talk to endlessly, without hesitation or exhaustion. Our daily conversations have been a constant, a ritual that keeps us connected. However, now, after long hours at work, I find myself struggling. My body feels drained, yet my heart refuses to accept silence. The longing to talk, to see him in front of me, grows stronger every day.
Texting is not enough. Some emotions, some words, can never truly be conveyed through a screen. In just ten days, it feels like thousands of unsaid words have piled up within me. But words, unlike memories, do not stay stagnant; they fade, they disperse.
There are countless moments throughout the day when I think, If only he were here, things would be better. But reality does not always align with our desires. The distance is undeniable, the miles between us unbridgeable for now. Yet, I remind myself, let the words remain unsaid if they must, but let the love remain unchanged.
This phase should not weaken our bond but rather make it stronger, more stable. Love is not about the absence of distance but about the presence of connection, no matter how far apart we are. And so, I hold on not to the sadness of separation, but to the certainty that we will always find our way back to each other.
Arobindu, no distance can lessen what we share.