Far Away

Going to a new country is an experience, laden with new expectations and excitement. The first few weeks that I spent in Singapore were fun, exploring something unknown; it was fun to be alone for the first time, no rules, no limitations, no orders. I felt like I was living life just the way I always yearned to.

All was well until I heard that He was going to America. It shattered me from within. The person, whom I loved the most, was going far away to some other place forever… I tried to stop him, he didn’t listen. I begged, I pleaded, but to no avail. Sadness crept, in bits. It was too late. I couldn’t fathom as to why he left me, to be in a country that was new to him?

I wondered if I could even dream of doing something like that… I have always wanted to be surrounded by people, whom I love and who love me. Or do I, really? It would be absurd for me to leave my parents, my family, my friends.

The phone rang. It was Him.

In tears, I picked up his call but remained silent. The lump in my throat did not let me speak.

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Him: Hello? Hello? I know you are on the line and I know you can hear me.

Him: Hi, I am missing you badly, please talk to me.

Me: …

Him: I did not mean to leave you and go, I love you, and I want to be with you. I will come back soon, please do not hate me for going so far away, I know you are upset but it was not intended, trust me, please talk to me. Won’t you miss me?

Me: I will.

Him: We will be together soon. I am just waiting to be with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Me: … (smiles)

He sensed my smile and hung up after we bid goodbyes. He read my mind and heart. I never felt the need to tell him anything, he always understood. I guess, that’s what makes him special. With starry eyes I looked at the starless sky, waiting to be with him.