There is a space between us and I am thankful for that.

The space allows me to fill in the morning pages of my journal, sip a cup of coffee while listening to the monks chanting mantras, or curl again in bed to read a book at a leisurely pace. The space allows you to put on your running shoes and wander around the streets, the hills, the ridge; enjoying your 8 kilometers of uninterrupted moves while listening to your favorite podcasts.

The space gives us the time to be us: to breathe, to think, to reconnect with the essence of who we truly are, to enjoy our simple little pleasures, and be happy for that.

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There is a space between us and I am thankful for that.

The space gives us the opportunity to stay as these two personalities with their own unique taste, traits, and characters; who just happen to like each other so much (sometimes, too much) despite the more-than-obvious differences. The space stops us from being reduced into one, and instead, it gives us enough room to grow, to expand, to bloom. The space lets us be together, in parallel, walking side by side, hand in hand, but never too close to risk cutting each other’s track or cramping each other’s path.

The space provides us the chance to chase our true calling, to pursue our dreams, to persevere in the things that have always taken a big chunk of our hearts. And while you may not fully understand why I choose the things I choose and I may not fully understand why you choose the things you choose, the space is indeed, spacious enough, to let us be: so we are never felt forced to choose one over the other. So both dreams can be equally exciting and important.

There is a space between us and I am thankful for that.

The space reminds us from time to time that we are here because we choose to be here.

No one is holding the other too close, no one is holding the other too loose. We are keeping the sacred space in the center: from where we’re tugging each other from time to time with shared memories and experiences while keeping our owns; that may or may not be shared with one another one day, but both is equally okay and acceptable. It gives us a chance to miss each other while trusting that the other never really leaves.

The space provides us a safe distance to be sad, angry, or heartbroken, without accidentally hurting the other and getting them wounded by the splinters.

The space lets us know, every single day, that we can only be responsible for our part in the relationship: for the things we choose to bring, to feel, to think, to say, to share, to give, to withhold.

There is a space between us,
and I am thankful for that.

hanny

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