They were happy.
He was afraid to lose her. She kept on assuring him.
Few days later,
She was afraid of too much happiness. He assured her with that she deserved it.
Weeks later,
They both let go off their fears. Her fears still kept resurfacing from time to time. He held her close. They decided to live happily ever after.
Destiny planned it otherwise.
Months later,
She wanted to see the world, fulfill her long cherished dreams. The 'us' seemed to her a barrier then.
He let her go. Her happiness was after all what made his day.
A year later,
She was there alone staring at the sky. She believed that promises are made to be broken. Standing beneath the majestic Eiffel Tower,there was a lingering smile at the corner of her lips from what she thought to be the happiest moment of her life. Not this moment. She felt incomplete.
There was a trail of water from the corner of his eyes. He missed holding her close and assuring her.
Her dreams came true. Hollowness engulfed her.
She realised, it was the 'us' -thing that made her heart beat, swing to the romantic numbers, made her complete.
But fate conspired deeper and more intricately.
Years later,
She woke up fluttering her eyelids in the morning sunlight. Saw him staring at her. He smiled at her. Brushed his lips against hers.
They decided to live happily every day.
He loved to start every day with that soft kiss planted at the corner of his lips even if it was all in his dreams.
He loved staring at her world tour diary and the albums, her prized possessions. She left them for him since it dawned upon her that she wished to see the world ,but holding his hands.
Miles apart, yet so close. Distance does make the heart grow fonder.
Destiny made them grow apart. Time brought them together.
They rose and shone together till forever.
May be 'it was meant to be' was true for them.
Perhaps, that peck every morning was their always.
He sat in the balcony. He felt the morning sun bathing him. He always loved that she wrote about her tours. It felt she was still conversing with him. Even when they did not talk. Sipping onto his cup of coffee he kept listlessly staring at the picture, the one from the San Francisco beach. She blew kisses at him, her face half covered with the hat, the wind scattering her hair all over her face, her eyes speaking a thousand words to the one behind the lens. The palanquin of thoughts rushing to him all at once. Those unspoken words were enough for him to spend the rest of the days, enveloped with her warmth.