The Day I will Meet You !!

The day of my rebirth.

8/30/20252 min read

The day, I will born again.

What will happen when you come to meet me…                                                                                                                                                                              Will your eyes tremble with the same storm that lives in mine?                                                                                                                                            Will you run — into my arms, as if the distance between us has been burning you alive too?

Because I will. I will run to you like a man who has been drowning for years and has finally seen the shore.                                                    I will cry — not polite, quiet tears, but the kind that shake the body, the kind that carry the weight of days when you were beside me in flesh, yet oceans away in silence.

I will hold you until my arms ache, until my tears — heavy with regret, apology, fear of losing you again, and the raw pain of our distance — have nothing left to give.                                                                                                                                                                                                              In that moment, the world will vanish. No rules. No eyes watching. Only you, only me, and the desperate grip of two souls who have been apart for far too long.

Will you feel the same? Will your heart race to match mine?                                                                                                                                                  And then… I will just look at you. Not to measure your beauty — but to let my eyes drink it in like a man who has been thirsty for years. I will store it inside me, so even when you are gone, you will still live in my sight.

I will tell you I am sorry — sorry for the selfishness that blinded me. I will confess how I died a little every day without you, because this — this hollow existence — was never life.                                                                                                              I will tell you about Zambia, how I sat in a room for a week, waiting for you, counting the hours like a prisoner counts the days. I will tell you how, even with everything else in life, I lived only in your memory.

I will make you promise — never to leave me in any lifetime. Yes, it is selfish. But I will still bow my head to God and beg Him to make me worthy, to make me strong enough to protect you, to never fail you again.

And then I will ask — how did you survive without me? How did you drive through life with my absence in your passenger seat?

Do you know I went to Singapore? I attended a Google seminar, and I drank alcohol, because every moment there asked me a single question, why you are here without her. My colleagues enjoyed they purchase perfume, there is cheap — but I didn’t buy it, I buy beers. I will buy perfume with you will, choose it together.

And when you tell me, with tears in your voice, that we have gained nothing in life, I will take your hands and say — yes, not by society’s measures. But when did society ever bring us together? Why should we let strangers decide the worth of what we have?

Why mourn what we don’t have when what we do have is everything? For me, that is you. And since I have you, I want nothing else.

The day I meet you will not just be a meeting. It will be the day I am born again. And this time, I will not waste a single breath.