There was a distant flickering,
not piercing enough but visible.
I wondered what that illumination
could be, stepped forward to see.
With each step, my vision started
getting more and more blurry.
Upon the closest encounter with
the source, I was taken aback.
For all I could see were the forgotten
parts of me, whirling together in it.
She is a slowly healing star
despite the tragedy of errors
that she had to live through.
She is gradually getting acquainted
with the fast pace of everyday life
after a long, lone, pinching halt.
She is learning how to walk faster
but the wound still exists, the pain
still reminds her of the looming risk.
She is trying to regain her best self
but she knows there’s a long way to go
and she needs to take every step slowly.
She’s braving the passing moments
despite the examining looks she needs to embrace;
expectations, indifference, slice her well-being.
Yet, I know, she won’t ever reciprocate
the behavior that she never really deserved
she won’t ever resent the unwanted examinations.
He asked her as she was sitting, wondering what to say next but gladly smiling that he was around, “Which symbol do you think our relationship represents?”
She was taken aback in awe. A question like that she hadn’t heard before.
“Well, give me a while to ponder upon this. I’m a slow thinker and you know that.”
He smirked, nodding that he did.
The next day, she had the found the answer, “I think we’re the yin and the yang. You know the yin and yang, right? In Chinese philosophy, yin and yang is a symbol that shows synergy between the good and the bad. The symbol consists of a white half and a black half portraying goodness and badness respectively. But, the white portion has a little black in it, showing that even what is the best has a flaw of some kind. The little white in the black shows that even what is seen as bad entirely has innate goodness within. So, although they are contrary to each other they are interconnected. In our case…”
“So you mean one of us is good but still has some sort of imperfection to bear, and the other one is mostly flawed but carries some sort of goodness?” he cut her off.
“No, that’s not what I mean. That wasn’t all that I wanted to say. In our case, we’re the yin and yang of our own kind. I see the symbol as a complementary connection between two contradicting ways of being. Neither one is good or bad. So, let’s say if I represent the black, and you the white. The little whiteness within me speaks of the understanding that I bear towards your way of being. And, the little blackness within you tells me that you understand me even when you’re not entirely like me. Even in our differences, we come to find each other at some place. That’s how I feel we complete each other. That’s how we make a team.”
Now, he was smiling, “I love you.”