Space.

"I need some space."

A time out.

"Give me some time."

A chance to calm down, to think, to rebuild what's been broken and to regain what's been lost. A chance for two people to travel the globe in opposite directions for quite some time to meet at some point in the middle. To come back in the end. To resume paused relations with people who have done you wrong.

To forgive. To grow. To give second chances.

That's what they always say.

"Give them space. They'll come back eventually - sooner or later, once things have turned down a notch or two."

But isn't it ironic when someone asks for space, sometimes they never actually come back?

The space they asked for just grew bigger, taller and wider — further away from you.

Wasn't the point of giving someone space was to wait for them to fill it and rekindle?

Turns out I'm mistaken.

Sometimes people would just prefer to leave things as it is. The space would just continue to grow without its initial desire to be filled in order to close the gap between you and the other person to create a bridge of mutual understanding. Worse than just expanding, sometimes it will reach a stage where it will pop like a bubble, dissipating everything. The bridge would no longer be existent. Burned into ashes, nowhere to be found in the vast universe.

That's when I've lost all sense.

Reality has a very small chance in colliding with what's actually been said and what's expected.

Sometimes acceptance is greater. Sometimes the belief of someone or something greater to come is necessary. Sometimes letting go is what's needed.

Trust me, both sides do hurt.

Still, get on your feet.

Let go, be at peace, and move on.

(i.t)