It was dark, breezy, city lights shimmering gently in the distance, the gentle hum of the night seasoned into our bones. I’ve always liked the city night. There’s a slow, determined pulse to it that never really stops. It’s not quite like the suburban regions of the city – dreary, woody and pretty depressing at times. I’ll always be a city city girl.
We actually haven’t met at all since the very last time, 2 semesters ago, when we weren’t even in university yet. It’s amazing how so many things have happened and how we have experienced vastly different things, but somehow or rather, we are still us, essentially. I don’t know if this will be the last time we will meet without things changing, for that is always how relationships end – more awkwardness, widened differences eventually leading to pretentious small talk that simply kills off everything that’s left of the relationships we used to have with the other person. I hope it isn’t.
I hope that in the future they invent a small golden light that follows you everywhere and when something is about to end, it shines brightly so you know it’s about to end.
And if you’re never going to see someone again, it’ll shine brightly and both of you can be polite and say, “It was nice to have you in my life while I did, good luck with everything that happens after now.”
And maybe if you’re never going to eat at the same restaurant again, it’ll shine and you can order everything off the menu you’ve never tried. Maybe, if someone’s about to buy your car, the light will shine and you can take it for one last spin. Maybe, if you’re with a group of friends who’ll never be together again, all your lights will shine at the same time and you’ll know, and then you can hold each other and whisper, “This was so good. Oh my God, this was so good.
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
As I grow older I realize that sometimes people are only meant to be in one part of your life rather than an extensive length of it. Because as time goes by, people experience different things, adopt different mindsets, values and tastes, and eventually, people grow apart from each other. Maybe that is the reason why long-distance relationships rarely work out. And why most, if not all, eventually weave their way out of our lives. People can only do so much to stay close to one another. I mean, one can contend and say that as long as both parties never stop trying, it will work out. But we simply cannot control the series of events that happen to us that mold and shape us into different people. We may become people who are no longer able to mesh as well with those we were once close to. And other people change, too.
Anything that withstands the pressure and test of time should be held onto as tightly as possible whenever and if ever we can, until we simply cannot any longer.