“Work is love made visible.”
– Khalil Gibran
When you left today, I kissed you goodbye, and thanked you for spending your precious time with me. I walked you to the door with my hand on your back. My last view of you was from the side, your profile, as you turned to head to the elevator. The door closed heavily and my room was suddenly silent. I was careful not to say “see you later” or “see you next time” or anything that implied we would ever meet again. It’s not that I don’t want to see you again; quite the opposite in fact. But the reality of our relationship is that our paths may never cross again. And if they do, it is out of my hands, beyond my control, and in spite of my desire to be close to you, again.
This work is a calling for me. Two years ago, I looked deep inside of myself, I listened to that wise, all-knowing voice that seems to whisper from a place in my heart, and I was lead to you, and to this work. I knew the journey would not be easy, I knew there would be hardships and bumps in the road, but I never thought of this: I will miss you when you go.