The days that broke my heart,
when even the thought of being away from you was unbearable.
And then came the days
when I did not want to be near you,
nor even think of you.
Strangely, it was those distances
that slowly rebuilt desire,
and the closeness
that restored the intimacy we cherished.
Now, as the end of the road draws near
and I look back at the years with a grateful heart,
I see how we survived because of both.
The distances became a form of nearness,
and the nearness, at times, a kind of distance—
yet together they bound us,
shaped us,
and turned us into the gift
life meant us to be for each other.
A quiet clap for the love that endured.
In a world filled with broken homes,
restless hearts,
and partners after countless relationships,
still searching for happiness,
a lasting love feels like a miracle.
But that too is life —
fragile, unpredictable, unfinished.
So let us at least celebrate love in our minds,
honour it in silence,
and be grateful for the rare moments
when two people truly find each other
and remain.
