...They say that the shortest distance between two points is a line, imagine this line is a string, with both of them; she pictures that string, always connecting them.
...Here’s where things get confusing, sometimes when they are very close, it’s almost as if that string connecting them is tangled, snarled, and even wrapped around other people, other things.
Then she feels close to him, but confused, tangled up, inside her feelings for him, and all the extra love spilling around him, involving everyone around them.
Now let’s say there is more space between them, and then the line is straight, and tensed, but so far away, what to do?
Even when she writes to him, she pictures herself and pictures him, pictures his response, which makes her nervous, and unsure, still she doesn’t trust his ability to maintain the same tension, under different kinds of pressure, but she loves him.
The other point is no more there, and neither the line nor the string, and the tension goes back to infinity, though she knows that, it doesn’t bother her or trap her, in fact it makes her feel better, and wants to sleep, but when she wakes up, she’ll be more careful.
how funny the Drama of physics can be:)
