“It always happens when not expected. Run from love and it will catch you. It will come insidiously and suddenly you’ll have that fuzzy feeling”, Greg said.
I was drinking my Vietnamese coffee in small sips, listening to Greg and watching scooters pass by. If someone knows a word or two about love, then it’s him.
“Do you think some can be immune to it?” – I asked him.
He gave me „the look“ and nodded with his head.
“You are 56 now but did you chase after love when you were 20 – something and traveling?”
“No. You see, when we are young we want to gain more life experience so we put love aside. It is after when we realize that we don’t have so much time left and love becomes important” – he told.
The end is always near
Farewells are an integral part of the journey. Although all the travelers know it, consciously we get into it. We ignore the fact that the end is near. We are drifting and swaying with these newly awakened feelings, thinking that we can stop it at any time. But when those feelings make us feel more alive than any of our so far adventures, we want it to last. We know it’s not love though it’s warming our soul. We know the expiration date is inevitable but souls have been kissed and what can we do?
So we act like fools. Young fools in love. Brave to start it, selfish or scared to label it.
Travelers know. It’s easy for love to happen when we’re out there. Road makes us carefree and more open to wildness and diving into the unknown. What is more attractive than that? Maybe we have only a week, or a couple of days but it starts accidentally, in a single moment.
Exploring each other by exploring the city
He or she reads a book on a bus. He or she is in a hostel room and says hi to you. Hi turns into a conversation. Conversation turns into „do you want to have breakfast“ and after your first meal, you explore an unfamiliar city together, unknowingly exploring each other. Although we think we are in control of it, we are overtaken by this glimpse of heaven.
Travelers know. It’s a silent game. Silently we flirt. We make shared jokes and we share insatiable fire. But we don’t ask each other to stay.
While head says slow down, heart whispers – give it a try.
How do we know if it was just a fling or that kind of love that can’t get any deeper? There is not enough time to find that out, so after a while silence becomes louder than laughter. We refrain from touching and slowly get back to being strangers. It’s time to let go. Silently we say goodbye. Silently we hold back tears.
We go back to our lives. We go back to our far away homes. There are no records of love. No photos. No happy Facebook statuses. Only small cuts deep in the soul as the only reminder that our story was once alive.
„All this time,
– Tyler Knott Gregson