Have you ever met someone you wished you could keep in your life somehow? They did not have to become a best friend or lover; if you could just have them in the peripheries of your existence, and if they were meant to mean nothing more, that too, would suffice.
I met two such people this year, whose souls are as disparate from mine as can be. What I learned from my brief acquaintance with them was it could never be enough. Such people hold mystique and intrigue and in my mind, all I can wonder is what could have gone beyond our last conversation.
Would we have tapped further into each other or had our connection been exhausted? If time and place had been different, would we have lasted longer? Would we have even met.
Theories and fantasies are very charming at this point and the imagination conjures happy, perfect journeys. But to what end? The question remains in both fantasy and reality and until we learn to accept the practicalities of people coming and going, we will always remain in wonderland.
Everyone has their own dreams, wishes, and people to pursue. But until they coincide with each other, someone will always be left wanting. There is also the omniscient hand of fate and destiny. Believe what you may but it is a fact that the world does not spin under your revolve. We do not always orchestrate the strangers we meet, and we certainly do not always choose who we give our hearts to. Friend or lover, connections are birthed through chance encounters, unexpected affinities, and the beginning of affectionate emotions. That is the beauty of life, when destiny draws two people together, if only for a time.
When that chapter ends, perhaps after months, years, or mere moments, you are left delightfully changed. For better and worse.
Sometimes I wonder where these people are, and I hope life is kind to them. I know in another life, perhaps we could have been something more than ships passing in the night, barely touching yet gracing life with light in those endless moments. Perhaps we could have been friends, and perhaps…I could have loved you.
The last time often breaks a heart and leaves scars untouchable. But sometimes, we heal. And write better stories than what would have been.
