I stood at the station waving her goodbye till I could see her silhouette disappear as the train moved farther on. At this odd hour, the station was empty. I looked at my watch, 5 days to go before I see her again, touch her, share a meal , hold hands, take her in my arms for real. For now I had to be content with the skype calls and text messages.
I had never imagined a long distance relationship with Sherin, we were inseparable. And then out of the blue, she landed this plum job opportunity at Montreaux , a 3 way drive from where we lived. It was a dream job and we mutually agreed the best thing to do was for her to move there and travel back home once a week.
It worked wonderfully well for her as she was all excited about her new gig, but it was a nightmare for me. Living without her was more difficult than I imagined. What would I do? I couldn’t possibly move out from the town I was born in, grew up, my parents, friends, cousins everyone was here. I had my baking business here, life outside this town would be no life at all. But life without Sherin wasn’t much of a life anyway.
She had tried coaxing me to move in with her, she had already seen a small store nearby where I could set up shop. “Its wonderful, you will love it, you just need to take the first step hon” she said.
“Was I ready?” I shivered at the thought of stepping out from the boundary of this town which was my safe haven for 25 years now. I had to be ready someday. I may fail but I won’t be alone. I just had to take that leap of faith, trust myself and spread my wings.
I smiled for the first time in a yer after dropping her to the station.