Me.
It never ceased surprising me how you resemble exactly one of my ever drawing. Resonated so often to me the engrossing wonder of where have you been all my life. I hesitated over the pondering of trueness yet could help no longer resisting the magnetism to you. Humbling "Patience" once in a while, I believe in fate who decides.
You.
Warmed me. Touched me. Were you ever surprised to have found me like how taken I felt to have missed and spotted you among the crowd?
Us.
...This may be worth more than trillions else...
05.06.2010.
A dash of surprise
The good feeling of rightness
Plenty of warmth
A large pinch of fun
Doses of romance
Laid on thin layers of patience
Baked with fragrance in love.
She is in a relationship with him.
When a man comes with the promise of not just a shoulder but as well a future is when her set on brightening, the girl unfolds her apron and sorts her way. Filled were fears or puzzle. Now love transforms loss to power, beautifies procrastination to dreams. The path of love which laid fancified now searches its way to firmness of warmth. Will love survive in its stability? Or through ups and downs shall it blossom? Rightness strolling on, lovers embark on a journey whose alley paints trust and a patient lust for understanding. Till a day unreal, rejoices remain.
23.08.2010. [For once you were not around and I missed you.]
The route once filled with spontaneous freedom now feels so empty and sorrowed. It has been the habit of having someone always by side that makes now loneness so unbearable. Or maybe from deciphering none a rational reason, understanding is hard to form.
14.09.2010.
I love you.
[to be continued]
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