“You are looking beautiful today, more than ever, you seemed every other day. My eyes, my gaze, I could not take it off from your shimmering face. Ah, a glare hits me, just reflected from a tiny moist bead, at the corner of my eyes. I wish I could stop the time and hold you close, in my arms. The breeze, that plays with your hairline, that haze over the cup of coffee, that captivating aroma of pie, that fluttering butterfly, those chirping birds of joy, those swinging flowers and I, I am gonna miss you.”
“Umm hmm, oh my god, I love your eyes on me, when I look away. The corner of your eyes reveals a tinge of sparkle, when your gaze meets with mine. Is it a tear? I wish, I could hold you close and wrap my arms around you to catch it warm, on my shoulder. How could I say, I will miss the moments between you and me, and…of course you.”
A long whistle stirred the chain of thoughts and broke the silence between us.
“Not sure when we will meet again. Bye!” – She waved her hands through window.
“Bye, Bye! Take care!”
The words were not coming easily, for us, even few inches of distance between the turbulent mind and the silent lips, seemed a light year apart.
I turned back to hide my face, as few impatient tears were knocking the door of eyelids.
Within a moment, she hopped off from the train and tapped my shoulder. With a cute smile, she pressed her palms into mine, before quickly boarding on the train.
Gentle winds touched and fluttered a pink handkerchief in my hand. My wet eyes were amazed to see beautiful letters carved into the corner of it, by hand – “With Love”.
“I Love You Too!!!! I Love You Too!!!! I Love You Too!!!!” – I screamed, until my throat dried out, until my eyes drenched completely, until our tears turned into smiles and until our smiles turned into tears again.
I watched the train leave, till it turned into a small dot, and then, nothing but a silence felt, within mumblings of crowd around. With a painful sigh of separation and a twitch inside heart, I left the platform. I left the platform and my genuine smile left with her, until she meets again.
Until she meets again, even laughing with friends leaves a twinge inside and I feel alone. No, I do not feel alone as her thoughts escort me, everywhere and life goes on, until she meets again.
Soon love will find a way to meet her again. Amen!