I often sit by the dining table and watch the plants as the evening sunlight slowly filters in. It truly is a glorious, glorious sight.
I tell myself that I should click photos of the new pink rose bud that just decided to come out of its green shell. This time tomorrow, I will regret not doing so as the bud would’ve already blossomed.
But the joy of seeing your face makes me forget everything, from the rose bud to the pain in my little finger that moved me to tears just a few minutes ago. I look at the watch and I know that every moment spent waiting for you is so long and dreary, quite unlike the time spent with you. Such an unfair equation.
You’re out of station once again and by now, I should have gotten used to the grind. But in between the should haves and could haves, I just didn’t want to.
So go and see the world. Meet new people and experience all that your little heart can take. Then bring back all these stories and moments and relive them for me.
A very famous writer once said,
“Missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer. “
Only if she knew what it did to one’s heart.