The Distance

Two people could not be farther apart, even if they stood at the two ends of the earth, as much as they were. Physical distances don’t matter, physical distances never matter, it is the emotional distance that counts – and they were light years apart.
In a small 1200 sqft space, existed a distance of a lifetime.

Whose mistake was it? No one knew. Was it hers? Was it his? Was it the families’ – who brought them together? Questions did not matter anymore, what mattered was the distance they held between them. A throbbing, pulsating, alive and electrifying distance grew and subsisted between them.

She could not lose her independent streak, he could not bear to see the streak. She could not bear domination, and all he had was a long precedence of male chauvinism to guide him. She had loved before, and could not forget her love, he had never loved before, and thus did not know the meaning of “together”. She was an expert at reading between the lines, and he was prone to writing only what he wanted.

She wore yet another mask for him, and his reality was too stark. He would never understand what she left unsaid, and she did not care to interpret his words. Their cultural differences stood as an abyss and neither wanted a bridge between them. They came together when the bodies wanted to, and that can hardly be called crossing the distance.