You stand at boarding gate with her holding her hand.
"Anon, I'll miss you" she whispers into your ear. All you can do is blush and squeeze her hand. Unknown to you this will be the last time you will ever feel her physical warmth. As your flight breaks the cloud layer you recall your remember to her. That you'll message one another, that you will stay in contact. But as time passes you realise it was an infallible dream, not even all the time in the world can remedy the space between. Due to different time zones and a delay in messages your torrent of memes and messages slowly trickle to but a drop. The gaps between your messages become longer and longer. Until you both realise that space and time too are working against you. So you both mutually agree to end it. It would be healthier for the both of you, no more endless nights or worryingsome mornings. No more late night vid chats or early morning messages. And so the both of you live your life in the moment content. Her deciding to start a new career and you pursuing your dreams. Every once in a while you check social media to see how she's doing. And you can see her smile in her posts and her life progress while yours seem to come to a stutter. The opportunities you seeked abroad were nothing but stagnant. It pains you to see her so you deactivate your social media and live off the grid, knowing what you lost.
But one day on the internet you see "her" or a caricature of her. And you instantly fall in love with her again.
The heartache stings. It stings, oh so badly. You've limited your own options by going off the grid. Everything you've done has only served to cut you off more from the rest of the world. As you kept fighting for opportunities and freedom, you shut every door by your own hand, not even realizing what it was that you were doing.
She's doing great. You're not even doing anymore. What's the point? You can't get involved in anything anymore; everything you've been into, she had been involved in, too. You can't look forward into the future as the past shackles you. Every attempt to free yourself from it just tightens the grip of yesteryear, slowly suffocating you like quicksand. You consider doing something drastic, but think better of yourself. All the while, there's this rekindled love that has no place to go anymore. Even though your heart is aflutter, you couldn't feel more asunder.
The show must go on. But what are we living for? Queen's infamous song is stuck in your head and wedges into your heart ever more deeply.