The red string that connects us
||This is a little different that what I have been writing, but it still was one of the best but harder exeriences I have had in my journey abroad||
Dating someone you know it will leave in the next few days and having the uncertainty when will you see them again can be exhausting and heartbreaking each time you see them catch a plane again. However, the only thing that gives you sanity is knowing all of this will be worth it at the end.
There is a famous story from Chinese mythology called, “The Red String of Fate”, according to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. When I met my current boyfriend, I never actually had been in a relationship or believed something like that could exist. I never bought into the fairytale and I almost always never opened up to anyone that wanted to enter my life. And thi might sound cliché or cheesy, or call it whatever you want, but with him... it fit.
We met four weeks before he would finish his exchange and in only two weeks he managed to become the biggest part of my life. We had lots of obstacles besides the distance and the onth after he went back home was full of nostalgia and uncertainty. But something will always bring us together. I remember in this break looking at this small card with two string bracelettes that said: "The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break." And I took it as a signal, I decided in this moment to take a risk and even cross oceans if it was necessary, because after all this time we still had that connection and it was the first time it felt right. After this our dates became, nights hanging in the line, syncronizing movies to feel like we are next together and hope that we will see each other soon.
The distance can be your worst enemy and it can make some nonesense become in a 4 hour discussion about why instagram can be addicting and why this is a problem in the relationsip. every little thing can be turned into arguments because when you miss someone and you have not seen them in a while, every little detail is like a time thicking bomb.
But at the end, even if it is getting hard, I think about finding that myth on a random market. I think about how things fall into place and if we are really meant to be with one another “the cord will strech or tangle but never break”