Sometimes it is like time travel. It shocks the system and surprises you. A series of jumps from time to to time, all conglomerated together in a slideshow when you reminisce on those times on a lonely week night, wishing you were back then, together, enjoying each other’s company.

Even if it is planned, when the time comes, it is never without certain complications. For instance, every attempt of mine to get to her landed me drunkenly trying to pass out on the terminal floor, waiting for my flight to finally board and take off. When it was her turn a couple of days ago, delays kept coming until after midnight, making her arrival be more of a stressful ordeal dealing with cabs, and ridiculous airport prices.

It makes you feel like the world has it against you. That it has some complicated ploy, orchestrated by different parties to ensure time together is sabotaged. You thought that six days would not be enough, and suddenly it goes down to five, then four. No time to spare, a week becomes a solid 24 hours of actual hanging out time. Work then has to come in and take some more time away. The struggle is real, as I would say.

It is weird when they are there with you. You can’t remember when they left, or how long it had been apart. Hell, it seems like months ago, it would only be another day in the life of chilling with her. Breakfast, gym, after class, dinner, endless chill seshions. Your balance is restored, and breaking down because of missing her seems stupid and ridiculous. A screen is replaced with an actual person, and there is no catching up to do. No questions about how the day went, or sad conversations wishing we were both with each other. It really makes me think about if I would have made it, in a time where love, emotion, and yearning for someone, had to be reduced to ink on paper.

But then again, when she is that close to you, and you are that close to her, the timer counting down for when you must be separated again fades away. Your worries fade away. All the bad in the world fades away. Thesis and graduation anxiety dissipates. Shitty weather in April matters not no more. You are close to her, and she is close to you. That is all. ~ad astra ultraque