“For my bestie…the closeness we share can never be defined by words”
I flipped the card on my desk with a sigh. A small message that she wrote on a small piece of paper brought back all the memories that I buried deep down in my mind. Everything started rolling back in my eyes, every word we shared, every silent second we doled out, every moment we spent together.
We were together for six months, may be a very long time to get close to someone, or may be too little time to become part of someone’s life.
My days began with her messages, continued with her long calls, filled with her rhetoric words, chirpy giggling, emotional pauses and occasionally teary voice. My heart skipped a beat at her each giggle, it moved everytime I heard her sob. Before we knew we both became essential for each other, I thought so, perhaps.
But she started vanishing from my life, with the traces of her words waning off, her laugh confined to my ears and her smile ending up as a fragment of my imagination.
As days passed on I realized, how difficult it was getting for me to live with her memories twanging in my heart.
‘Did I get too close to her?’ I tried to reason with myself. Is this just her void in my life that’s hurting me or am I missing a part of me that I spent with her?
May be I shouldn’t have become too dependent! Maybe I shouldn't have involved her in my life so much that I lose my own self! May be I got so close to her that her absence feels like….how I wish I could put it into words!!
How close can one be with a person with an assurance that their absence will not hurt?
How close is close enough?
