Many times I've tried to write something about love but always failed to do so. I start with some lines but eventually omit as I had that feeling that says they're not all true. But, today without any coercion of my mind my fingers are tapping the letters and my heart is dictating.
It's the second day and my love is not infront of my eyes. They are desperately searching for him. My ears are missing his words and my mind is stuck on his mischievous smile. This feeling is kind of weird. I mean I am being impatient to see him back on my arms. Is this what you call love? If yes then I love him to moon and back.
It is said, marriages are made in heaven and I truly believe on that. Having said that I feel man is responsible for the maintenance work :) I also strongly believe in whatever happens happens for the best, you just have to be patient till the right moment comes. And, I thank God for bringing him in my life.
I have that special feeling for him for so many reasons:
The way he makes me smile, the way he looks at me, the way he makes my heart melt with his poems and how he put up with my moodiness. He gives me strength when I am weak. He gives me hope when I think of the future. The only person who always know what I'am thinking and what I'm going to say. More than anything else, I owe him for his pure heart and honesty. How different we are but still our differences compliment each other.
It's the second day and my love is not infront of my eyes. They are desperately searching for him. My ears are missing his words and my mind is stuck on his mischievous smile. This feeling is kind of weird. I mean I am being impatient to see him back on my arms. Is this what you call love? If yes then I love him to moon and back.
It is said, marriages are made in heaven and I truly believe on that. Having said that I feel man is responsible for the maintenance work :) I also strongly believe in whatever happens happens for the best, you just have to be patient till the right moment comes. And, I thank God for bringing him in my life.
I have that special feeling for him for so many reasons:
The way he makes me smile, the way he looks at me, the way he makes my heart melt with his poems and how he put up with my moodiness. He gives me strength when I am weak. He gives me hope when I think of the future. The only person who always know what I'am thinking and what I'm going to say. More than anything else, I owe him for his pure heart and honesty. How different we are but still our differences compliment each other.
