The gap between us is too wide

I love light rain at dusk. I love the accompanying wind that makes my turquoise lantern sway gently from side to side. I love taking a hot shower and cocooning myself in a soft, pink towel after. I love the sight of streetlamps casting their light on wet roads. I love looking out of the window in my apartment on the 23rd storey and feeling at peace with myself.

As you can see, i love many things. I find comfort in the simplest of sensations and sights and i've found this to be quite a remarkable gift.

What i don't love however, are stomach cramps that make you cry and wish for your grandma to hold your hand and give you medicine. It's especially sad when your grandma has passed on and will never be able to take care of you like when you were five.

I did the only thing i could do when plagued with awful, i-wish-i-were-dead cramps- i curled into a little ball on my bed, let the tears fall from my eyes, prayed and then slept.

I woke up an hour later to watch Frasier and it was the episode where Daphne left her husband at the altar to be with Niles.

I am suddenly reminded of that adage: Follow your heart. Take a chance.



Maybe i will. Maybe i will wrap my arms around your waist, rest my cheek on your chest and never let you go.

If we both were born
In another place and time
This moment might be ending in a kiss
But there you are with yours
And here I am with mine
So I guess we'll just be leaving it at this