Love and other mornings

It’s a hotel room and you wake up to a new day. By your side you have the love of your life, still asleep, still in dreamland. You think about all things that had happened and all things that hadn’t happened to you and because of all these facts and these strings of consequences you know you are together. You are thankful.

Your significant other wakes up, looks at you, smiles. You feel warm inside. By that moment you notice that the world is huge and you have lots of paths to go to and lots of opportunities to take and you understand of all known and unkown things you are exactly where you were supposed to be. You could not be anywhere else because if you were anywhere else then it would not be you, it would not make sense.

You both hold each other. You have the whole day ahead of you, but you are aware that it goes fast, just as it has started, so you waste no time — hugs, kisses, hand in hand, beautiful words, eye contact, silence, smiles, some more kissing… It’s a wonderful life. It’s a shining day. It’s the best day of your life.

But then there’s time. The sky suddenly turns into a gigantic dark blue blanket full of whitey shining dots. You don’t understand that. You don’t know what’s going on or what has happened to the day you just got into. So, you pray.

You pray for the time to freeze, clocks to stop. You pray for no next morning at all, you pray for the moon not to leave and the sun not to shine. You ask strongly not to have to deal with a new day because you know, you know, that you will have to go apart and when the next morning comes it will be just a regular, gray morning.

You are desperate, and your world is breaking into small pieces. The loss and the distance is going to make your heart beat weaker in your chest. You cannot handle it. You shake. Your mind is there somewhere lost in that morning, trying to recollect every single second of it, trying to recall each detail, making attempts to feel the same way you felt. It’s useless.

You cannot do it alone. You need your love. And, obviously, you need the morning.