There she is. All the way over there, in another state. Or even another country. But as you land, as the dream finally sets itself into stone cold reality, you’re frozen at the thought that all of this seemed so impossible so long ago.
I have always thought of love as being borderless. A connection that transcends mere physical boundaries and mutates into something much more than a typhoon of emotion. Whether it is romantic or platonic, love is the very feeling that brings two people so close together, despite the physical distance between them being so dauntingly vast. If the two of you have spent months or even years apart, yet you both still desire to be in each other’s company, then that is love. Like I said. It’s a connection, not necessarily a feeling. This is what I think most people seem to misunderstand.
Dandy was never a lucky chap in ‘love’. Hell, if I were to actually go back and inspect the relationships of my past, I would probably come to the conclusion that I have never truly been in love. Love itself is a mutual feeling and since none of my previous romances contained a shared and sustainable sense longing and care, there was no such love to be shared with any of my exes. A good 80% of them were just ‘spur of the moment’ flings anyway. Haphazardly ignited attempts at starting a romance out of thin air which would work perfectly for a few months before I’d eventually grow rather restless and become rather displeased with it in a matter of months. But nevertheless, I’d make the stupid decision to stay with them, too afraid to hurt their feelings. I’d normally fall the hardest in the end because of that. I mean, nobody likes being dumped. Losing someone you care about and being dumped are not the same type of suffering.
Who knows? Maybe the one for Dandy is out there. Maybe the one for Dandy is far far away. And if so, I hope to see them there. I hope to see them there at the airport.
And I am sure we’d both have finally found what we are looking for. in Lover’s Arrivals.