The Shortest Distance

"Are you willing to climb the world for me? Because I'd climb it for you.

Scale it like the map of our lives. Trample through accumulated layers of soil and rock to find you at its peak, shining like a new day. I will take the longest route if I have to. Carrying nothing but my desire. willing to admit that you've found me out, that I'm weak and that I need you.

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The shortest distance between two points may be a straight line. But points shift. Morph. Appear. Disappear. Walk in a straight line and you are likely to end up in the wrong place. Love takes the path of the heart, a line as tangled as two lives intertwined. To trace love, one must journey the distance that cannot be mapped on any two-dimensional surface. To trace love, I must run a finger across the ridges of time and fill every valley with your face.

You are only as far as one wall of my heart to the other, a distance that is forever, but that which I must close in a single breath.

You are only as far as the spaces between us that will collapse like shadows when you call my name."

- Tania De Rozario