Less than two hours before I turn 18. And guess what? You’re not with me. As usual. Ah, the misfits of being in a long distance relationship. Give me just this time to break my walls and lower my shields and become vulnerable. For once, let me feel sentimental – and here I go.
Someday, we won’t have to celebrate our birthdays apart. I know in my bitter but hopeful heart that there will come a time when I will turn God knows how old and you will be right here beside me. I would be within earshot when you would greet me on my special day and for once, I would feel your warm, secure hug. When your birthday comes, I would also be there, of course. I would witness your facial reaction when I set up my surprise and I would know whole-heartedly that my efforts are not in vain and are highly appreciated. Oh, I yearn for those kinds of days to come.
There will come a time when FaceTime and Skype won’t mean as much to us now because we would be given the privilege of seeing each other every minute of every hour of every day. Our faces won’t be pixelated or warped or blurry because personal encounters would be possible as if we were only neighbours. We wouldn’t have to depend so much on voice calls or text messages because we would always be cuddles up by the couch watching series that we both love and having senseless conversations that would mean everything to us. Someday distance won’t be hindrance anymore, but a successful challenge completed for the both of us.
One day, we’ll both look back on all of this and say “God damn, we made it.”