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And I wonder how hard it was for you to pen down those lovely words I read from you after all these months. I truly believe that you always had them there, in your heart and mind and all you needed was a little push, like the one I received when I was on my way to ride the bicycle carefree and forgetful of the fact if someone was there behind me, looked back, bam! I hit the fruit seller! Guess that is why they say “There is no need to look back at life in times when all is going well, for you never know you might fall upon a thought that takes makes a bam!”

I’ve been hearing some people say “you look darker” and honestly I didn’t really realize until I was told. The tan from the trip is there to last. I wish it to go away. However, on a second thought if it’s a symbol of our lovely trip, then I don’t mind if it’s here to stay, and slowly fade away……

Ending that trip with you dear was heart aching. All that begins does come to an end. In our case there are many places that still need two hearts to sigh, for the breath taking views, for the soul to feel at peace and for moments to redefine time in its own ways. That’s what long trips do, right? You drift so far off that you forget you actually have any responsibilities at the other end.

That invisible weight gets lifted by the cool breezes and the lightness fills your lungs.

The sun shines brighter in those days, the moon secretly kisses the sun.

The stars applaud the love affair, not vividly seen

Mature love is not that mature, it too has glitters of a teen

The waters of the river chime their way, a music to our ears

On the rocks embraced in your hug, life magically seems clear

The waves leap the rock, glide and flow, a graceful dance on display

If life has all these wonders to offer, I wonder why I often feel dismay.

taken from here