I know it looks bleak right now. I know it’s quiet and I know that the quiet is what gets to us. Humans aren’t meant for solitude and although absence does make the heart grow fonder, we have been apart from each other for too long and it feels more like we are living in a void, in the semblance of whatever was left of the world we created.
I know that it’s hard to believe in something good coming our way, but please remember that just because it’s not in the palm of your hands doesn’t mean it’s not at your fingertips.
Remember: this too shall pass.
So, yes, we are apart right now, and yes, we don’t know when we will be able to see each other again, but I don’t like to think about that right now.
I like to think about what it will feel like when we can be close to one another again. When we can think of these moments as a part of a poem–“we were together. I forget the rest”— and recite I missed you through hugs and holding hands.
I like to think that when we will be together again, it will be warm. The air will be heavy with humidity and the sun will be blinding our faces will look gentle and our palms will be sweaty and open and the bees will be floating to the pollen on the flowers. And we won’t mind any of it, because at least we’ll be together.
And when this finally happens, it will feel like the universe is expanding.