The Space Between Us

Love does not always exist in contact or words - it often stays quietly in the room. The corruption of the conversation, the looks of saying more than a paragraph, and the silence that is not completely empty. It is the kind of love that gives this kind of space between us.

I met him when I couldn't see him. Or maybe we were, but none of us admitted it. The two went on a parallel road that had rained on Thursday afternoon. There were no fireworks, comprehensive music, no big gestures. Just two coffees, laughing together, a comfortable silence that felt like we were at home.

The connection was quick and still unspoken. They smiled as if they knew me from another life, and I was supported not only to hear their words, but to feel them. There was something in the way you said my name.

But as beautiful as our first, life was not ready to give us a fairy tale.

She removed miles of work and I was rooted where I was. We said that distance wouldn't change what we had, but that did. Not everything at once. slow. Like a candle flickering in the wind, it is still burning, but we don't know how long it lasts.

I tried it. God knows we tried it. Messages, calls, evening text "I miss you"; However, time zones are more than just numbers. They're a gap at the moment they missed. There was something I personally wanted to say. You once told me that my voice would make your day better. I began to leave your audio notes in the hope that you somehow felt approaching me.

But it is calming about love that has stretched thinly over miles. It's not cold, not less. It's quiet.

The space between us was not only physically but emotionally. You stopped telling me about your day. I stopped asking. Not because I didn't take care of it, but because I didn't want to hear a version of her life that I wasn't involved in. They created new memories and I was afraid to become one of the old memories.

There was no major battle. There is no dramatic breakup. It simply fades slowly into the silence that none of us knew how to break. Still, I still wear it here in the quiet part of my day. When I have our favorite cafe. When you hear your favorite songs in random business. It was when it rained and I remember you always said that the noise felt everything soft.

You are still in the room between thoughts, during a break between your heartbeats. Some people don't love the door when it's over or broken. Some people are not completely separate from this middle place, but others simply don't stay. Just... a break. It is stored in memory. Stay quiet. If desired.

Are you thinking about me too? If you've ever been written back to our conversation, read them like chapters from the book you once loved. Do you remember how you laughed when you were tired? Like I said your name when I was mad? How did I see you when you thought you didn't notice? There are so many, we are not told. If life has given us a little more time or brought us a little closer, we may be.

But not every love story should live out loud. Some must remain unwritten and implicit. Their imperfections are good.

And that's fine.

Because the space between us is not empty. It's full of memories, looks, laughter and love. True love. A way to keep it from disappearing, even if it's a voice.

And if we find ourselves on our way back to each other, we might fill this room again. Or maybe we will be t. But in any case, I always wear you in this quiet, present-day sacred place. The space between us.