Hundreds of hours, smiles, laughs, sentences and handful of stories are the ones we now share with each other. Since then, I’ve learned exactly the distance between Australia and the U.S., around 8,000 miles (depending on what part of the country you stand on). That Australians are not used to eating tamarind, that some are not even chilli tolerant, and some Mexicans may have a hard time with Vegemite, although lolly snakes are good.
Tears of sadness and happiness have been shed throughout these days, more when either of us is reminded that even though our strong connection is there and feels reachable, distance will always try to fool us. Being reminded of those things that we can’t do, the physical ones, is upsetting. Knowing that we can’t actually “go out” on a Sunday, go to the movies, stuff our faces and enjoy the same food, hug, feel each other’s whole self, hold each other’s hand, or kiss along with the many more things we could do if we were in the same space, is indeed upsetting. Instead, we’ve recreated those activities by scheduling calls and video calls, putting technology for a maximum use, look for movies we can both watch and enjoy, get the best out of our “staying up late hour-capacity” on the weekends, ordering pizza together or simply just showing each other what it is that we’re eating, as well as coming out with activities that bring us together, make us smile, laugh, and why not, challenge us (I still hold a winning streak).
Little did either of us know that a random individual could come in and not want to leave. That is what we were for each other, “a random individual”. Fortunately we went from random individuals to oh so much more. We’ve gotten to know each other well, so well, that we even mix and match facial expressions and slang, have shared holidays, seasons, thoughts, goals, feelings, dreams, videos, music, handwritten letters, stuffed animals, food, some of our customs, bad and brilliant inside jokes, and even items of clothing.
Although this sounds like a heartfelt letter, this is everything but a letter. Days have passed, three hundred and sixty-six to be exact, there’s a handful of things that I never imagined would or could experience. I have come to realize that even though the Pacific Ocean is powerful and immense, it can’t stop two souls from finding each other.
How incredible would it be if we could have a glimpse at the future? Unfortunately we can’t. Neither of us knows what future has in store for us, both as a couple and as individuals. Yet, one thing that is certain is that these three hundred and sixty-six days have been amazing. Since then, we, each have slowly grown together. There are hopes and optimistic thoughts that cry heavily inside me for the awaited day when we can finally hold and feel each other. Until then I will continue cherishing each day that passes since each represents a day less for that awaited day to happen.