Khadim Zaman's Blog

Our love came gently. It came via a detour, the long way around, stretching the heart’s capacity to its limit to hold and to endure, to have faith that that one day would come. And then it came. For something that was anticipated for so long, we did not even recognize it as such at first. Or rather, I did not. I was so good at loving from a distance, that when love finally knocked on my door, I opened my heart without knowing what it was that I let in. But you knew. From the beginning, you knew. And when finally that love ended, you also knew. I needed to be told. I needed to be taken by the hand. Like a toddler, I needed it to be spelled out for me: you were not mine anymore.