What would you say to me
if it were you, there,
if we were 30 centimeters apart
moving slowly, v e r y s l o w l y
on our future
the only thing that we know for sure
we’d never lose
the only bet that we’d never make
What would you say to me anyway?
Once, I cried in front of the departure gate of an airport. I cried because I unintentionally hurt someone who might need think a thousand times to hurt me back and still wouldn’t do it. I didn’t cry because he was about to fly although everyone around might’ve thought so. I cried because I wished I could give that person a hug and say sorry, but there were 2 things about it: 1) You couldn’t give a hug without receiving one, and you could only receive one when you deserved it, and 2) Global rule; a sorry never undoes a hurt.
So I cried silently, in front of the departure gate of an airport. I hid the sound of my weep behind the sound of people steps, wheeled suitcases rolling, and flight announcement. It was the most legal space to cry. No one would ask what happened because everyone was too busy; either with the future that awaited or the past that haunted. No one would ask what happened because people had their own goodbye. Those who passed would not notice because some were too happy and the others were too lonely.
As soon as he got through the gate, I missed him already.
There I cried. It was the most legal space to cry.
Trust me, Maera, if you yourself don’t make some time to get your body some rest, or to talk with your parents, or to visit your brother, or to spend time with your best friends,
or to do the morning run, or to write on your blog, or to finish the novels you bought couple of months ago, or to go traveling,
then no one else will care.
To have a lot of things to do is sometimes a blessing and sometimes inevitable. However, to be too busy is optional.