It’s always wonderful when one expresses his love to the beloved, to say I love you, to embrace n kiss on the neck and sigh a wisper you mean the world to me. To be with her, never let the opportunity to not to be close to her. Not because of the attraction but because you’re too much attached. But all this is true when you are in a relationship, you’re at the sea. What about the situation when you’re in a desert? Is what you’re seeing an Oasis or a mirage? The situation is pretty tight.
The Oasis is much more beautiful than sea, which is why sometimes it’s too good to be true.
I made this absurd analogy just to indicate the depth of complication in the situation. There is love, there is trust but it doesn’t have a beginning. I know it’s difficult to find it n purge out the sense of hostility, but I hope it will work out just the way it should. All that, is left for time to reveal n when it’s time, the beginning will reveal itself.
The beginning is a long journey and the journey is trying. What should one do when he sees the beginning on the horizon but the harder you try getting there, the distance doesn’t seem to shrink. Seems like a paradox or a limbo.
I see you my love, and the love in your eyes. But it seems like the distance from the eyes to the tongue is infinite.
What I realized, is that the distance will reduce only when the beginning decides to come to me. The wait is long, the wait is terrible but that’s the only way.
I love you to the extent that I can wait for the beginning to come after my death.