Just another day

[dotinthesky]

I woke up from a dream where I was back living with him. Nothing special, nothing unusual – just our daily routines, how we hung out together, the music we played in the background, the books we read side by side in bed.

A sharp pang in the heart: the distance expanding between the life shared in London and the one I now lead on my own in Brazil.

I messaged him on WhatsApp that I’d dreamt with him and had woken up feeling nostalgic. He replied with an emoticon smile and that he also felt the same.

We updated each other on our lives. Temperatures dropping in Madrid, a cold coming on for him. Sunny days in Brazil, hours I’d spent gardening, the spring showers that wouldn’t arrive. His visit to a small exhibition of drawings by one of C's’ friends. My daily yoga routine, my family’s hopes for the guesthouse.

We had made the impossible possible: separate lives in different continents, forging new pathways in life. The dust had settled and life was now softening us into new shapes, new realities.

During our last months together I often caught myself thinking: very soon I won’t be sharing a bed with him anymore. Very soon I won’t touch his head like this anymore…

In the evening, when I sat down to write in my diary, I noticed the date. It would have been our 21st anniversary.

This is a submission for Week 4 of LJ Idol's Season 11.

Comments

[kittenboo.livejournal.com]

21 years is certainly a long time. Life changes and we change with it don’t we? Sometimes not by choice, but by what life throws at us.

[picosgemeos.livejournal.com]

Absolutely - I think change is unavoidable! What makes life enjoyable is whether we can accept them, and roll with them, or not.