Like a tree's deciduous shed although, leaving it all bare a promise of a green herald of spring is rendered over its hand. The tree howbeit, yet the same sturdy, shouldering every passing bird a rest, stands still, tall and mighty. Indistinguishable, is the love that we share. Like the tree out stretching its exposed arms embracing both fall and fame with a flair, we too await the harbinger of hope, despite every despair. An annual change, seldom does alter a love that is true. Like the tree withstanding gales myriad battles have been conquered by us too. But unlike, the tree deciduous with parting leaves, our love shall bloom evergreen, in every verse we meet. The miles, the uncertainties may part us regardless, but neither the earth's revolutions nor a change in calendar can decipher how far we've arrived surpassing each precariousness. A cyclone or a drought may perish after all. Us and the tree. But, till eternity my lines 'll read aloud thy love...
An absence of your notification creates a suspence in my heart, it makes me to worry about you more often, and to check my phone frequently, for I am miles away from you. No, I never did a doubt on you, but an absence of your notification at times, increases my pulse rate for a while, And at that point of time this 'distance' between us seems to be more painful. But, the moment I receive a notification from you, it feels like being on top of the world. I feel like running towards you and give you a tight hug. And then, the way I get angry on you for not replying me for so long, the way you use to pamper me, sending different love messages. The way when at last we say a heartfelt "I love you" to each other, makes me realise that sometimes, these no notifications, these little worries, little fights, increases the beauty of "a long distance love". This distance between us seems no longer a distance, but a way of life. When someone is a...
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