You weren’t something very meaningful for me until the last few years. To be honest, I didn’t really bother to think what changes you could ever bring. And who thinks about the changes until and unless you experience it, right? I thought you were a tiny one and you wouldn’t be influencing my life this easily. But as usual, I was wrong. Like, completely wrong.
I must tell you, you’ve a different kind of capacity. Capacity to crave for someone at 3 in the morning or to make someone lose forever is all in your hands. I want to ask you, how did you manage to incorporate such talents? I mean, how did you happen to be so versatile, that you could either make or break.
Dear Distance, Thank you for giving that intense feeling of meeting your favourites after so long. I hope you understand that happiness in the eyes or that different feeling in your stomach. Yes, I’m talking about that kind of happiness. Or else I’d never completely known the value of a person and what craves you to meet them. You know, there have been days when I hate you to a different extent. Days like, “Hey! What’s up? Oh, okay, You’re busy. I’ll call you later.” And that later never came. Or days like, “I can’t manage time for you.” I also want to thank you for bridging the gap and letting me know that we could still make it after such a distance. You see, most of my best friends are long distanced. And we’ve managed it well. You were smart, but we went an inch more to overcome your smartness.
What do you call a person who loves and hates you at the same time? If you figure it out, let yourself know that I’m that person. But at the end will you mind being a little more flexible?
With love and hatred,