Morning Reverie

Greeting to all my dear readers,It is early in the morning. The city sky is yet to fully glow. The city life on the street down there is already flourishing. Most of the time, these usual goings-on pass through each day unnoticed. As if it will always be here.The old man Em Jay paused, taking a deep breath, trying to control his pounding heart. It had been almost a week now since Clara went home to visit her relatives. The place is about 200 km from here. She did invite me to come along, to accompany her, to meet her relatives, to make new acquaintances.He paused again, leaning back, looking at the kitten curled up on the settee. He remembered sending Clara to the train terminal in the city, bidding her a safe journey and safe return. He felt so remorseful.Deep inside, I am ever willing to do that. But, there was a kind of reluctance too. At that moment, my emotions were just like years ago, a distant emotion. An emotion that I had never imagined would surface again. An emotion of uncertainty but full of hope. I wanted to play along but was afraid of being rejected.He paused. The feeling of missing Clara is a kind of unexpected emotion that had long been gone.My dear readers,One would never know how valuable something was until it's gone. One ignorant does always take things for granted. As if it will always be here and continue to be here to please. The feeling of missing someone is in fact two-sided. One, like a thorn piercing one's heart. How time moves so slow. How life suddenly feels incomplete. The other, the volcano of anticipation to meet again. The joyfulness of a hope being fulfilled to the fullest.So, to enliven every moment. Always cherish the person like when we miss that person.Don't be so ignorant. The burden of missing someone, sometimes is too heavy. Wishing you all the courage to embrace new connections and cherish the ones you have,The old man Em JayThe kitten stirred, stretching its tiny paws before settling back into its nap. The Old Man Em Jay reached out and gently stroked its soft fur, finding a small comfort in its presence. The simple act of caring for the kitten had brought a new rhythm to his life, a sense of responsibility that he had missed.He thought back to the morning Clara had left. Her eyes had been bright with excitement, but there was a hint of sadness too. She had hugged him tightly, and he had felt the familiar warmth and reassurance in her embrace. The train's whistle had echoed through the station as she waved goodbye, her smile lingering in his mind long after she had gone.The Old Man Em Jay sighed, feeling the weight of solitude settling in once more. He missed their conversations, the way Clara would laugh at his old stories, and the way she would listen with genuine interest. Her absence had left a void that the city's bustling morning couldn't fill.He stood up, walking over to the window. The city below was coming to life, people hurrying to their destinations, unaware of the silent battles being fought in the hearts of those around them. He wondered how many of them were missing someone, feeling the same ache that he did.Turning back to his desk, he noticed the kitten had woken up and was watching him with curious eyes. He smiled, picking it up and cradling it in his arms. "You miss her too, don't you?" he whispered. The kitten purred softly, nuzzling into his chest."We'll be alright," he said softly. "We just have to wait a little longer."And with that, he closed his eyes for a moment, letting the quiet embrace of the morning envelop him. In the stillness, he found a sense of peace, knowing that love and hope would carry him through until Clara's return.