Distance; I am always afraid of distance. Not that it gives me a scare or a fright but whenever I encounter it, it gives me a different indescribable feeling. In mathematics, when we talk about it, it involves time and rate. That means, when we talk of distance, we actually mean how much time has already lapsed and how fast has it gone by.
Being at the other side from where you are now, being separated by time, being harassed by the lonely days that go by...matters not. Something will always remain the same. Something will always be just like the way they are.
Like the flowers that beautifully bloom during the day. That however warm the sun shines in her petals, however harsh the beats of each rain drop, however lonely she can be in the midst of an empty green...and however she says goodbye to that beauty each time the night falls... she remains confident for a new day, trusting that each moment is another beginning. It is her opportunity to show what she has. The time that elapses makes her shine the more. It allows her to vindicate what she has lost, and gain more than what she expects.
I look at the flowers each time. They are never afraid of distance. No matter where the wind blows them off and take them to a distant unknown, still they remain.
I am here. You are there.
Separated by distance. Bound by love and friendship.
Waiting for freedom. Still remain...
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