I know we’re neighbours, but that’s what makes things a hundred times more difficult!
Sometimes, even a thousand lies are insufficient to cover up that one initial lie. Who knows that better than you and me, right? It’s been a total of six months since you moved in next to me. And almost four months since I moved into your heart!
You’d have to agree when I say that during the past few months we’ve mastered most techniques that would make an international spy envy us. After all, living in a closed-minded country with gossiping neighbours, strict parents and still managing to let our relationship thrive is no joke.
Remember how I had to ride my bike all the way till the outskirts of our neighbourhood before you could join me? We were so scared that some random lady would spot us together and report our secret back to the parents!
I’m exhausted with the amount of pretentiousness that comes with being in the same room as you during family functions.
It hurts having to hide you from them. Because you’re an important part of my life and my family needs to be aware about it. But I know they’d be scandalised at the whole concept of me dating when we have a huge history of arranged marriages and ‘decent’ boys in the family. I know we’ve already discussed how we don’t want to hurt any of our parents and we’d wait for the right moment to reveal things to them but at this point, I’m really tired.
I’m exhausted with the amount of pretentiousness that comes with being in the same room as you during social gatherings. I’m expected to treat you as one of my ‘close relatives’ when all I want to do is drown in your arms after a long and tiring day. It was easier at first, when we were still discovering what we meant to each other. But now that you own my daytime thoughts and dreams at night, I can’t help but feel this invisible distance gnawing at me. And I know you feel it too.
Do you remember the first time we fought? It was so bad that I almost thought I would lose you. Not even an hour later you and your mom passed me in the elevator. I saw you blinking back tears as your lips quivered. I’d never felt more helpless before. I wanted nothing more than to hold you tight and plant an apologetic kiss on your forehead. Your mom would’ve had a mini heart attack if I’d done that!
Unfortunately, we’ve got a few more years to toil through before we can finally drop this act of being ‘friendly neighbours’ for good.
I know these everyday scenarios bother you way more than they affect me. Unfortunately, we’ve got a few more years to toil through before we can finally drop this act of being ‘friendly neighbours’ for good. I won’t have to stare at our photos on my phone for hours anymore, when your brother is busy playing games on yours. I could just get out of my door, knock on yours and whisk my lovely girlfriend away towards the sunset!
I can’t promise you that that day will come sooner than you expect.
I surely cannot say that we’ll get through this without any fights or tears.
I won’t promise freedom from endless awkward situations or a limitless web of lies.
What I can assure you of is, my shoulder to cry on, my love to depend on and my commitment to trust; for as long as our lives go on.
We can and we will make this pseudo long-distance relationship work!
Cursing the concrete wall between us,
The boy next door.