Dedicated to those whose love was inevitably cut short but still cares about each other, those who had a wish of togetherness but could not fulfill it, to those whose dreams were short-lived despite all their effort. Live your love.
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Like the start of a new era, beginning of a new government, like the day of ascension to a throne, a birth of a new life. Unknown, how long it will last, what achievement it will make, how long before the end of the reign, what legacy eventually it will leave behind. It is allowed to keep growing amidst the thorns and honey there may be, with a hope of a better ending the only option there is.
Just like any other, our love started as small as a fire lighted on a matchstick, presumed only able to set ablaze the stick on which it dances with no hope of this little flame going on to set a whole wilderness ablaze. The journey of our love started with our eyes set to the end of the matchstick.
With each rising of the sun, our journey of love continued. Taking a step at a time, covering a particular distance at our own speed, forgetting about the days past, we set our sight on tomorrow, growing together like the two sides of a walnut, we did things together.
Love is said to spread like a wildfire, even the one who started it might find it difficult to end. Continuously, we grew with every day that passes, leaving behind our limitations, we moved into the world of aspirations. Like other young lovers, we forgot that the future belongs to no one but to He who owns it. We drew plans for our future, started looking past the end of the matchstick, making promises, setting goals unachievable, heights unattainable, targets unmeetable (if that word ever exist), gradually, our love soon became the envy of many…
Knock! Knock! Knock! Our life is never unlimited, so does our love. Too short, too fast, the end came knocking at our door. If a president who died after a year in office died too early, what do u say of a governor who died at the announcement of his victory? It wasn’t even up to a year before the end came calling. A decision had to be made, we wished it could be a missed call, call back later or never call again, the end was just too soon.
We cried, we promised, we made covenants, we wept bitterly, like in Gethsemane we wished this cup could pass over, but the end was nigh, it was father will.
We answered! It was what we thought to be the end of a love once said to be able to overcome all obstacles in it way, the great start has come to an end. Parting ways, moving on, going forward, will of the father, meeting to part. We employed all possible words to console our bleeding heart.
It was time to move on, to quench the fire we started, but what next? The fire was quenched but the coal is red hot. As red as enough to power a coal train, the residue of our love boasts an incredible amount of energy, the love thought to have died not only lives but threatens to rekindle itself, to reign again. Little wonder they say love never dies, our love has refused to die.
Heart to heart, soul to soul, spirit to spirit, distance incapacitated, departure rendered lame and powerless, our love has found its way to survive. Though little or no chance of a tomorrow together, our goals still unachievable, heights still unattainable, but our love also remains undying.
Separated but together, like a used column of a hard copy register can never be reused, the partition we created for this love in our heart can never be reallocated.
Beating to the end of time, loving to the end of life, our love is undying…
Taller (2015)
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