You are walking away: you have to go. But as we have not said good-bye properly, I start to follow you, hoping to catch up to you. I know you know I am behind you, yet you do not stop. I begin to question if it is worth it after all – chasing you for a word, a touch … my pace slows down and the distance between us increases, as fast as my disappointment and sadness are increasing.
The only thing is just as you knew I was following you, so do you sense my giving up. Ahead of me, I see you turning on your heels, and with a reassuring smile on your face, I hear you say:
“Don’t stop reaching.”
And then you make your way back towards me. It is then I get it: you were testing me to see how easily I would give up reaching you. And I gave up too soon, and now you are reminding me not to quit – and that even if I do give up, you will always come back towards me with love and tenderness in your heart.
“I just want a hug,” I say mournfully as I feel you arms around me, enveloping me in a warm cocoon of comfort.
After this embrace, our hands interlace, and a slow squeeze before we let go lets me know you love me, too.
And now, we have said good-bye properly.
(This perhaps odd post is actually a dream I had last night. It left a bit of an impression on me as I awoke. The person definitely said, “Don’t stop reaching” – it was some kind of weird, strong message I received. So bizarre. And the hug and squeeze of the hand was so beautiful and heart-warming and cute, and I might just cry remembering this dream.)
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