three hundred sixty five

it has been exactly three hundred sixty five days today - since the last time, i and you.

it has been that long and i am still haunted by the memory of having to trace your shadow until it was swallowed by the darkness...that is, the airport. :)

but seriously...

it has been three hundred sixty five days and i remember how i struggled to comprehend how things will be, once you leave. i remember how my heart wanted to simply let things be because i know i can never offer you what you will gain from this experience. i also remember telling myself that if i will wait, that if i will allow you to leave, if i will risk all that i have come to love so she may find a piece of her life, then i would have to trust you, and the reality that nothing happens by chance, and that there is a reason for everything.

your journey has become my journey. when i started writing, all i could envision were roads and avenues and bridges and pavements - everything that is a metaphor to where you are going, where i am going to sit and wait and where you will find me.

a year later, i am still here. and i am still craving for you, i am still crazy about you. a year later, what i hold is still seething, it's still burning, all because of you. believe it or not.

i am in awe of how we have sustained each other, of how we dealt with the changes and how, after all the seemingly innumerable and insignificant seconds, i know we can tell each other that 'we' still matter.

and we do - we always have and we always will. no matter how scarring an argument becomes, no matter how frightening the distance is, no matter how long we both have to wait - we will get there, you and i. we will be together, we will be with each other, we will share that lifetime.

everything about this journey has been bittersweet. we have failed and stumbled and sometimes, have succumbed to our own incapacity to see what the other person sees but i am proud we have taken it this far, that we have chosen to take it this far. and i know even when things are hopeless (mostly because i resort to crying when i can no longer explain myself), we will never give up. i know because i can feel it. i know because i would wring my heart of all feelings if i have to just to show you and let you know how much i love you.

for now, i will offer you my words, my thoughts, my conviction - all the things that you have fueled and have given meaning to. for now, i will offer you three hundred sixty five sonnets - all created with the notion of you coming back, with the faith that you will, as you have promised.

every day, we will start. every day, we will attempt. every day, we will live so we never have to doubt if our sacrifices ever counted for anything, so we will never have to second guess whether all our tears were worth it. now that an entire year has passed and i no longer dread the hours or days or months i have to wait for you - i know we will always meet in the middle. or at least we'd always try to compromise and show each other our perspectives. this whole thing has given me a different view of you and of us, and i have to say i am grateful, that even when we are away from each other, you never cease to teach me something new.

i love you, as i always have. i love you, like it is the last thing i ever want to feel. i love you and i will be waiting.