"If people had already made up their minds long ago that they would not be part of your life in the future, then why do they bother to leave their footprints in the sand of our lives in the first place?"
Isn't it an irony to walk into someone's house, kick off your shoes against the wall, rummage in the refrigerator for your favorite food, make yourself comfortable on their couch and share deep conversations with them over the soft glare of the TV until the both of you fall asleep, and then disappear without a trace the very next day?
The other party wakes up with sweet memories of the exchanges between you both, and then realizes that all is quiet. Silence. He combs through the entire house, only to find that not a single trace of you is left. Zero. Gone. What then? He scratches his head in confusion, torn between making an attempt to find you, or just give up altogether. Where should he start? He doesn't know the direction in which you have gone, whether you would come back. Most importantly, he isn't completely sure whether it was your intention to have him set out to look for you, or did you do it on purpose just to avoid him?
He tries ways and means to find you, but you remain missing. He is thrown into a whirlwind of despair and confusion, and then just when he is at the brink of giving up, you burst through the living room door with a wide smile on your face, holding a box of pizza and a bottle of fruit wine, plopping down onto the couch beside him like nothing has ever happened. He looks at you, confused, but after some time the 2 of you are sharing the freshly-baked pizza, drink yourselves silly and pour out your deepest darkest secrets to each other. You pinky-promise that you would not leave again, and he is assured, falling into a deep sleep with sweet dreams of rainbows and meadows and the both of you.
The next morning, when he wakes, you are gone once again. How long will the cycle repeat itself? Or rather, how long can he put up with the temporal disappearances and reappearances that you choose to orchestrate?
You have made your mind to be a free bird, flitting from tree to tree in search of better environments, better food, and just because you have wings that allow you to take flight to places you've always wanted to see. You have the brains to remember your way back, and you have a convenient place to roost for the night if you ever need a shelter above your head. But you choose to come and go like a fleeting shadow, because you desire freedom above all else.
Have you stopped to think of the friend who is left behind, making your bed and laying down dinner for you every night without fail, just because he harbors hope of you returning, and is satisfied just to see you walk through that door, for that signifies that you are safe and doing well. No matter how disappointed he is, he would run up to you and envelop you in a tight hug, because he is thankful that nothing bad has happened to you. He would wipe away the tears he had been crying just hours before, delete all the numbers he had dialed just to enquire about your whereabouts off the telephone call log, and pour out a cup of specially brewed sweet tea because he knows it is your favorite He wraps you in a fuzzy blanket because it is snowing outside, and is content watching you fall asleep by the fireplace. He carries you up to bed, and tucks you in with the thickest blanket he has in the house. Then he looks at your back view one more time, flips off the light switch, and prepares himself emotionally, because he knows that when he flings open the guestroom door the next morning, all he would see is ruffled sheets and an empty bed.
Still , he musters up a smile, and goes on about his daily routine, believing in his heart that you would return to his side. Someday.
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