There is a reason why most of the long distance relationships do not work out. It starts with lots of promises. People go out of their way to ensure that nothing has changed. Phones become the dearest of all possessions. You live through the day waiting for your phone to ring and her name to appear on the phone. Yes, all the hype regarding seeing-their-name-and-heart-sk
Crux of the matter is that you become distant with everything else but that one person who is probably suffering the same way you are. That works. Yeah, it indeed works; maybe for a month, maybe for a couple of months, maybe even longer . . . That works, yeah; only till the time you don’t get over it. Like getting bored and getting over it. It all starts with subtle cribbing. You will be out on the street and you will see young couples kissing and dating and you will go on thinking how unfortunate you two have been away from each other . . . You do not have sex for months. After a while, the libidos stop reacting to the kinky talks on the phone. You talk but you do not make love. Nah, not any more. You crib subtly. Then comes the longing to see each other in which thankfully, the video technology has helped. But it fades away too. You get tired of the faces against the same backgrounds with a bad video quality. Suddenly, you are out of strength to switch on even a laptop. After a while, you can’t just stay awake at night. And sometimes, even pass out while talking. That’s why I believe, sleep is a bitch for a relationship. You are in love, you talk but the monotony of the circumstances gradually changes your priorities.
I never thought it would happen to us. But it did . . . and it was heart wrenching.
Taken from the book One Last Time
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