When distance is in they way

I heard from him for a brief five minutes. A relief, but the most fleeting one ever. When the flush of warmth was over, all that is left behind, is a salty aftertaste, and serious congestion.

Finally, equilibrium.

But the fucking sadistic laws that govern the universe, dictates that there will never be real equilibrium, “because haha I shall put you in two far ends of the island haha, and separate the air you share haha by slicing through your telecommunication signals haha”. This is the twenty first century, yet everyday, I am being tortured by the inadequacies of technology.

With a pillow over my head as an attempt to muffle sobs, I kept saying I’m okay I’m okay. And I could hear his frustration. And if there was any other sounds that could be heard above both our mental chaos, it was the sound of hearts like paper being ripped.

Now if only I can eternalise this moment, and I would never impulsively text the Ex again. Ever.