I love the Arrivals terminal at the airport. I see happy faces, embraces. Kisses and hugs and I think of how I'm going to run to you when you walk out of there one day. I will want you to scoop me up in your arms and bury your face in my hair and for that moment, everything will spin in slow motion around us, sounds will be muffled and we won't care. I will hear your heartbeat and I'll breathe you in and be at peace.
Does he know that I'd take his pain and hold it away from him, just to make sure he's not hurting? Does he know I'm his safe space, And that I'd listen? Does he know that?
What is behind this door, we do not know. However, what is before it, we must master. A step ahead and two steps back is still progress. We learn from obstacles and hindrances with hindsight.
I used to wonder what time it is where you are. I would wonder what you would be doing right then. But I realised that this thinking and feeling was all one sided and that I wasn't important to you. So I finished my glass of red and placed the thought of you to rest in my head.
She knows that one day he'll leave. But she knows her heart won't break. How can you break an already broken thing? And she will keep herself safe from the loneliness and abandonment. She'll nurture her heart and tell it, this is the price it pays for attachment.
To say, time will heal, it won't. To say, "Be strong, remain patient", these are just words, but they do not mask pain. But know that I am thinking of you. And one day, I'll sit with you and we will talk and you can tell me about your burden. But not now. When you are ready, then.