Distance

Tigger

There are things I tell you and others that even I don't realise about us until I force myself to confront the hidden crevices of my own heart.

Who knows how far the road stretches before us? Right now, it disappears into the horizon, but as I've found, the horizon isn't as far away as death most times, and before you know it, you've reached the end of the road. The place where sky meets tar and the set ends.

And you have to grope around looking for the hidden door painted the colour of sky to exit the stage and find a new one.

It is not easy, falling out of love. Or abandoning it.

You know that as much as I do.

I hope there is no end to you and me, truly.

Yet a part of me wants to remain alone, in case you abandon me someday like the rest.

I think the part of surrendering completely to love has run its course in my life.

I need to find a way to feel comfortable with only myself so I will not yearn so much for you.

Only then will I have the distance to find patience and love and gentleness to meld myself to you with the least amount of pain.