Originally posted on Heart of the Nomad
Quietly we lay there, side by side, on the soft, cool cotton linen, eyes closed and hands held in silence. In the distance reality awaits, the soft, muffled hum of people shuffling from one platform of their lives to another. Work. School. Children. Coffee. Dates. Life.
It seems to be pressing down on the doors and the windows reminding us ever so slightly that we must soon face it. But for this moment we are safe, confined in the small expanse of his room. Safe in our solitude, in this little world we have created over the past weeks, our misshapen and happenstance romance tucked nicely into the confines of our minds.
It’s been three weeks since we met, and we knew from that moment this day was to come. Knew that our days were numbered, that this thing would have to end. In spite of this we dove, head first into each other, soaking up the moments the way a thirst-ridden man drinks water from a well, savoring every single drop knowing shortly he will be in the desert once more. Days spent in tender infatuation, in satisfaction of that moment in time, days that cannot be replicated or forgotten.
These are the moments spent when time is limited, when relationships have expiration dates. When it is foolish to ask where things are going or what they mean, because the meaning is beyond explanation and the destinations are non-existent.
This is the power of the expiration date, allowing a small window in time and giving us the choice to take that time and transform it either into a past worth remembering or let it slip away into the missed almosts of our lives.
Traveling brings about this situation most often. Those chance meetings on trains or in hostels, and the itinerary that can’t and shouldn’t be changed. Leaving over staying and exploration over stagnancy. The tragically beautiful and short encounters, the incandescent melancholia of quick romances. Creating beguiling memories that stand forever in time. This is the power of the expiration date.
Tomorrow I leave for another land, far away and distant. Out there are new places to be discovered and adventures to be seized. Tomorrow I will say goodbye. But we will part with the knowledge that at least for a small moment in time, this was real, and that is priceless.