Long distance call
They met some time ago now. Flickering lights of an unexpected, but steamy party. Mutual friends. A drink or two. A few sparks, but just friends. Even if maybe good friends.
Sometimes it happens. Sometimes you meet someone you just know he or she could be a friend for life. Or even thé friend for life. But at the same time sometimes it can't happen. Because the right stars are not in place. Because you do not feel up to it due to circumstances. Because there are boy- or girlfriends involved. Because you do not want to spoil the status-quo your universe lives in. Because you want to keep that moment just as it is. With its magic. With its sparks. With its flickering lights. Because you're in a strange place far away from home or simply because she will be leaving in the morning.
What happens is that you keep in touch. World's communication technologies tend to make the world a really small one. Even for friends. Even for relationships. At least at first. As words are easily found. As memories are clear and fresh. As willingness comes from itself. But time's a bitch. Words become hard to find. Memories loose their brightness. And all willingness becomes a puddle of vagueness of a far away past.
It all ends with a quickly written birthday card. With a short message for Christmas. Or with simply nothing. Nothing but blurry memories. Of how things could have turned out differently. Of how things could have actually been. Of the girl or boy with the sparks in the eyes waiting to be caught by your own eyes. To be remembered when its too late.
Sometimes it happens. Sometimes you meet someone you just know he or she could be a friend for life. Or even thé friend for life. But at the same time sometimes it can't happen. Because the right stars are not in place. Because you do not feel up to it due to circumstances. Because there are boy- or girlfriends involved. Because you do not want to spoil the status-quo your universe lives in. Because you want to keep that moment just as it is. With its magic. With its sparks. With its flickering lights. Because you're in a strange place far away from home or simply because she will be leaving in the morning.
What happens is that you keep in touch. World's communication technologies tend to make the world a really small one. Even for friends. Even for relationships. At least at first. As words are easily found. As memories are clear and fresh. As willingness comes from itself. But time's a bitch. Words become hard to find. Memories loose their brightness. And all willingness becomes a puddle of vagueness of a far away past.
It all ends with a quickly written birthday card. With a short message for Christmas. Or with simply nothing. Nothing but blurry memories. Of how things could have turned out differently. Of how things could have actually been. Of the girl or boy with the sparks in the eyes waiting to be caught by your own eyes. To be remembered when its too late.
2 comments:
Why should he wait until it's too late?... One must live their dreams! What else keeps them alive if not the perspective of their fulfillment? Why ask yourself "what if..."? It's the saddest question... Impossible doesn't exist. Just the comfortable state of not doing anything, of waiting... until regret settles into our minds and hearts. 'Cause it's too late. Don't get there. Wake up. :)
Unfortunately this is just the way it often goes. This is what often happens. We all -in a way or another- have our regrets. It's as simple as that. I simply think it's all about making sure to have the less regrets as possible.
Of course we should try to live our dreams. But the peculiar thing about dreams is that once fulfilled, they're gone. They become reality. And at that point the question is: will there be new dreams? Will these be as good as the previous one?
Anyway. I like dreaming. But I also like chasing them. It's what makes me human. And for me -personally- I'm sure that my new dreams will be just as good.
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