Sometimes, distance is needed to get close, or better to tell, closer. I’ve felt that before, but never before the last Christmas. I, and Liz, are together over than 1 decade, but never got bored with each other. Yet, ours is a toxic relationship. I believe that there must be toxicity if you want a long termed relationship. I am Zade, 25, and Liz is 25, too. We live in together in a two bed roomed flat, not so big, even though we both are established well. We have a high paid job, but it’s Liz’s preference to lead a normal lifestyle. Our nest has everything that it needs. Nothing much, nothing less. But everything was going on well until she got a promotion in a new office. She had to leave home early, and came late. My office was nearer now, I got home nearby at 7.30 pm, and she about 10.00 pm. After returning, she was so tired so that she could have barely seconds for me. I was seeking her both mentally and physically, than I’ve ever. I sat every night in the balcony , beautifully decorated by my dear Liz , just waiting for her to say good night with a smile. Days were getting bored.
As every night, I sat on a stool on 23rd December too. Suddenly someone knocked at the door. Thinking it some stranger, I found Liz came home around at 8.00 pm. Liz said, “I’ll be cooking our dinner tonight. Ok? It’s been long since I had cooked. I hope I hadn’t forgotten how to cook !” she expresses with laugh. I help her while making the meal, noticing her joyfulness, she’s not tired today. But I’m desperate after thinking if she gets tired after cooking. Having a good meal, I seat in the little balcony under the moon light while Liz takes a shower.
