Friday, 11 April 2014
Those two hours made him go back to old days ,when they used to wait for a whole year just to get a glimpse of each other as it was the only time when their paths crossed , giving them the warmth of mushy emotions that trickled down through their serene eyes spreading ripples in their young hearts .
But things were never easy , nor for him neither for her, to get along to come together to convince them to find a shelter as it was and always had been the same way testing their patience trying them with difficult times and sometimes wearing them out too .
He could hear the announcements , her flight had arrived and soon she appeared with the same soft smile on her lips , that seemed to brighten up his face even in the darkest of nights .
“You tired” he asked in a caring voice , “nope” she replied and that look in their eyes said it all , it’s not always about the journey but also the destination .
On this day of letter " J "
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