Borrowed Time

SO came and he went. Just like that. Time flies when you are happy and sitting with peace.

The past 2 days have been either graciously benevolent or unforgivingly cruel. Depending on the way you see it. While SO was suppose to have left yesterday, he only managed to actually and properly leave today. In between the confusion of visas, other crazily contradictory travelling requirements and needs, a trip to the airport and to customs was granted making us part twice.

It is a cruel cruel thing to make lovers part, not knowing the next time that you will get to meet. People lives change in a matter of seconds and for people like us we are compelled to maintain our lives the way things are, till another meeting is arranged. All to maintain a certain sense of familarity, so as to retain that ability to say, 'Hey look! Its still me!'

To look on this life from the eyes of the commuters travelling to work on busy weekday mornings, it must have been pretty bizzare to see the same 2 teary-eyed couple walking down to catch the shuttle to the airport. It must have been awkward to see the same girl walking back up again. Feels like some sort of a korean drama that has outlived its' novelty.

I cannot complain. I cannot lament. I am just returning to the way life was, as it was meant to be. Its unreasonably barbaric to demand life of the pleasures that we covert and yet not deserve.

And thankfully, I sit well with my grief.