The Day I Learned That Distance Is Nothing

Moving around have always been a part of my life. Whether it's a new town, new city, new soil. Creating bonds with strangers was challenging. Mainting the bond is almost non-existent. Perhaps this famous quote, 'people come, people go', is applicable to me. I've always wondered why we relate more to people who are miles and miles away from us, but couldn't have that level of connection to those who are only a car ride away. Still, it's a phenomena I questioned almost every day....and night. And then I knew her and I have come to a realisation that distance is just a word.

Its connotation bearing hostility and coldness. To me, when spoken out loud, feels lonely to the tongue. Like a string between two great connections have been severed and cut off without warning. But lately I have not spoken much about it, nor said that word. Distance meant nothing with her. Five hours of time difference and approximately 7,058 kilometres apart doesn't seem to feel so far. Phone calls makes the nights seem less cold during the ungodly blizzard of London in the winter. Whilst Florida with its unforgiving heat continues to persuade her to come visit the land of the frost, grey and gothic structures. We are living the opposites. Her above and me below. I melt in her fascination towards the smallest things, like not having to experience seasons of the year. She tells me how Florida is always hot and I somehow couldn't help but see her from its sunkissed characteristics. Despite the distance, she is the sunshine during my grey days in London. Fierce, intense and heavily saturated with bright colours like her hometown, she is my Florida and I her London. She has palm trees and I have pine trees. The sun rises far too much at her place whilst the rain falls heavily at mine. I was a blank canvas before she knew me. And suddenly she became the easel on which I was able to get up and stand with. She became many things to me; delicate brushes that touched me and painted me with colours I never thought could enlighten my world.

It's truly incredible how one person could graze you with colours despite the distance. Like a string tied on our wrist, it's always there keeping us together in this big ball of rock. And then I wondered, maybe there are many out there who have exactly the same string. Maybe the world is just a big ball of yarn floating in space and time.