Distance is one thing. Silence is another. We hear time apart makes the heart grow fonder. But when the silence stretches on, it turns love into a quiet ache. I am not going to interrupt. I will never pull anyone away from their life. I also never imagined a day would come when I would learn about something as important as that only after it was over.
That hit me like a wave – unexpected and cold, with enough force to knock me off balance. Not because I need to be involved but because I wanted to offer comfort and to pray – and to simply know. Instead, I sat with the weight of it alone, turning the information over in my hands like a boulder I ever asked to carry.
If others can reach out EVERY DAY, I am sure you can do it, I do not mind it even at a much lesser frequency.
Still, I will not say anything. I will not be a bother. I will not push. Love should not have to chase. Instead, it should be remembered. It should be sought after. I wait, not in bitterness, not in anger, but in quiet hope – that one day, in the stillness of life’s moments, after a long time of anticipation, I will be thought of. That the silence will break, not by my desperate attempts, but by the voice of the one that is missed very much.
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