Love in the name of Phenylethylamine

“Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

4255 miles await to separate us in another 92 days.

Should I be excited about venturing new lands or should I be sad about leaving the solace of your hands?

Quoting Shakespeare that too an extract from Romeo and Juliet (with their ill fates) is not really encouraging but no other writer better expresses sorrow than the King of literature himself. The tinge of melancholy woven in his words leave a damp corner in our hearts. Even when Romeo and Juliet are at their happiest, I cannot help but worry about the unavoidable and unchangeable ending that lurks in these pages.

I am left with the same damp feeling when I am laughing out loud in a cafe or when I am holding on to you so tight on a bike. I swore I would never write about you and here I am wondering about the 92-day ultimatum thrown at both of us.

We never know what lays ahead of us. We can only hope for the best. Oceans, mountains, and rivers apart let’s hope to meet again as the same people who one day decided to hop on a bike to learn about the world in a broken GPS. And like always though we get lost, we will always find a way back.

Let me be the Sofia to you Ezio. Let us take the happily ever after we deserve.



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