Direction

No matter how you ignore the gentle buzzes and silent glares, the world still matters to me. You can neglect the fact that we both exist on it but it speaks of everything about us.

You were North and I was South. There existed polarity. And naturally opposites attract. Nothing to argue about.

You were North and I was South. And no matter how we connected there was always that fine line that separated us. Plus the hundreds of thousands of miles and hundreds of millions of people in between. You were North and I was South… and we were two.

But though there was contrast, it was the same coldness that enveloped the poles. The ice would never melt and nobody would want to stay. Nobody would want to be there forever.

There we were standing at both ends, with the edge of the world on our feet. There we were miles apart and only the imaginary longitudes connected us. And we could only dream of them as our fingers interlaced with each other. Nothing more.

That was in the world we had lived in… we have gone beyond it. We have left the world where we were North and South.

Now you are East and I am West. Going opposite directions but meeting somewhere along the way. We are on a single path. And when we do meet, we would have crossed the world. We may drift away but we would naturally come back to being one. The once imaginary longitudes have become latitudes that go with us. The fine line that once separated us now guide our feet. And everything else is according to our wishes - the natural rotation leads us back to each other. Just one turn and I’m back in your arms. And even when you leave with the sun as it rises, you would come down back to me in the end.

You are East and I am West… and wherever we’re heading, we’ll make it together.