End of Crossing

You were at the other side of the road. Fast cars passing in front of us. People in fast forward motion, fading into background. Me looking at you from afar. How you never changed through the time. Staying at the same spot, unmoved. Rain or shine, staring at the same space, no one daring to meet halfway. It's funny how we never bothered about distance, nor the label that we put on our heads. As long as we both know that we are both waiting for each other, it's fine. Contentedly savoring the forever that we have. 'Til something tried to cross between us. "Tungko! Tungko!" "Starmall, Francisco!" It's funny how our destiny lies between the road. How we meet at an exact point, just a few steps between - almost there. And how these different jeepneys going to opposite direction separate us further - forever. It's funny how we are at the same place at the same time yet never touch - asymptotes on the graph. Maybe someday will be again at a different intersection. Hoping that on that day, we are not scared anymore to cross the street and meet halfway. #WMSUnlikelyLoveStories