The cheesiest entry ever.

The title says it all. You'd been warned.

I think every time two souls that have had some sort of connection separate, the world suffers a little.

My friend Javier is very hard on me when I finish a relationship and get sad about it. "You'll get over it next time a pair a cute eyes cross your way" "It's always the same with you, but you'll forget about the whole thing in no time." Truth is he's right. I surely overcome emotional crysis very quickly - on the surface, but my heart can't help but feel a deep melancholy for a long time.
This last break up left me particularly shattered. The conditions in which all ended - beyond the obvious imposibility of keeping a long distance relationship, were quite complex, and the easy way out for my ex lover was just cutting every contact. I just couldn't believe two people that loved each other could end like that, throwing the other to total oblivion.
However, we humans like to believe in Magic or religion or whatever to hold on to in order to find some peace of mind, and so I did. After telling all the story to my friend Raluca, she said there wasn't such a thing as being forever apart. "It's not like you guys don't share memories. It's not like you've forgotten the other. Everytime one remembers the other, you'll meet in a place in the universe only the two of you can reach." I nearly wept after those words, and though I enjoy fantasy, I don't think it applies to human relationships. However, I gave it a second thought and deemed that, since the whole love thing is kind of surreal, maybe Raluca and her esoteric ideas fit into this context and I wasn't entirely disconnected from... can't really write the name without some recoil.

Meeting in our thoughts: the idea isn't entirely new. By the end of "His Dark Materials" saga by Philip Pullman, Lyra and Will have to separate knowing that to restore the chaos of the dimensions, each has to come back to their original world. After a rather sad goodbye (can totally relate to that now,) they promise coming every afternoon to the same bench in Oxford at the same time and, though in different dimensions, they will feel each other's company because they knew the other person was there. Neither of us are walking the streets of Soho now, nor are we embracing under the moonlight in Trafalgar Square, but maybe we travel distances in our minds and meet there in a London just made for the two of us, where no time will pass, will be forever young, and our kisses and promises can last a life time.

I said it was going to be cheesy.