Distance Intervention

In the middle of the night, with the sturdy elevated setting, as the rain tickles the pleased roof, she stared in the dim light of the lampshade. Sandman won’t visit her.

                The whispering coldness of the night makes her system awake, or is it the pouring rain? Or she’s just missing someone who makes sweet animation in her core in the wintry night?

                The frigid agitation is familiar. She turned her back to the wimpy light of the lampshade, and faced the stern wall. Staring at her shaping shadows, amazed but anxious. She raised her hands and made a graceful dance by her fingers against the shadows, this turned her off. A frantic rush of heavy air, she needs. Her lungs cried for a little relief. She’s in a complete fear. Fear of how wide the space between him and her, grows.

She recollected her waiting memories of him, and it starts to lurch in her yearning coordination.

That radiant smile that complete her day. The severe reaction when he’s jealous which makes him a lot more adorable to the eye. His warm hug like a summer mist that stirs her feelings. His efforts, major or little that uplifts her admiration. The same faith they share. The delicate affection for her that he shows. He’s one of her blessings from above.

After the surge of she thought relentless shift of wonderful moments, she then realized, the vastness of being apart is slowly crushing in. Then a crystal water came running out of her eye. Followed by another one, stubbornly out running the first. Her cozy blanket serves as a savior to the flooding tears. She prevented herself to sob, to keep the pouring sound of rain, transparent. The atmosphere shares her pain. Her body begs for inhalation, she rise from her bed and let the air help her to feel better. She discerned that this twinge of longing will surely arise again.

She believed that he feels the same way too. He’s also waiting, so she will.

That is not the first time, she lost grip, and it won’t be the last.

It’s not the distance which grows, it’s the love that grows warmer. It’s not the love, that was like rain. It’s the distance that surely be over.

K. ♥