Holding the pebble

So when we started there were awkward pauses , random “well..” and polite laughter. We did not want drop a pebble into the liquid impression we were forming of each other.

Then it got special. We would talk non-stop..in person, over phone, over text messages, over chat and then in person again! There was so much to say, so much lost time to be made up for. We did not want to drop the pebble in the flowing conversations

Then it got more special. We started completing each other’s sentences. We could leave words hanging without worrying about anything being misconstrued. We did not want to drop the pebble lest we drop it between each other’s words.

Then it got truly special. We did not have to say anything at all. Spoken words seemed to take away from the magic of completing each other’s thoughts. A look, a glance, a stare, a twinkle – that was all it took. We did not want to drop the pebble lest it broke the chain of thought.

Being special continued. We relied on our ability to look, touch and simply complete each other.

But slowly, it got a little less special.

A little special, when we stood a little further part to stretch our wings. We were bumping into each other. A look did not suffice. A word or more had to be said maybe even without a smile. We did not drop the pebble because it did not seem like it was worth it.

A little less special, we took a few steps apart giving us enough room to raise the wind beneath our wings. We began to flap and got our feet off the ground. We saw each other but not well enough to now read each other’s minds. We did not drop the pebble lest it rock the paper boat.

A little lesser than that kind of special when we were flying apart and leaving words hanging..a lot to misread a lot to misconstrue. We did not drop the pebble lest it topple the paper boat.

A little lesser than the lesser kind of special. We were flying, looking back trying to describe to each other what we saw, what we felt, who we are with. Words that were meant to be real words came out as awkward pauses and some not so random “well”s. We did not drop the pebble maybe because people were watching.

Not so special at all when we fly so far away that we can no longer see each other, no longer touch each other and simply no longer complete anything to do with each other. Not special at all when none of this seems to bother either of us. We did not drop the pebble.

But this time only because the only thing we would hear then is the pebble alone.

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