Distance.
She sat by the window sipping her morning coffee. The sunlight streamed through the room filling it with a warm glow. Normally, she’d have made coffee for two and waited at this exact place for him to wake up. And when he did, they both would savour the drink in silence. But today the bed was empty and so was his cup. Six months into their relationship, she got used to him not being at home on weekdays. His job demanded extra work hours and he loved whatever he was doing. It was his dream job, he had told her once. She still remembers the way his eyes twinkled when he showed her the offer letter. He used to return from work by the time she slept and was long gone even before her alarm rang. At times he used to leave a message that he was stuck with a project and won’t be able to come home. Through all of this, she didn’t complain to him nor pouted that he had no time for her. Every morning while he was home, sleeping like a child, she would religiously make him coff...