"Where there is the greatest love, there are always miracles." - Willa Cather
In the beginning I didn't know what was happening with me because it was the beginning when everything happened. Whether it was love or a miracle, I still don't know. The first time I saw her, she saw me too. Straight in the eyes. And it was that very moment it happened. Love? Miracle? I really don't know. She walked towards me, carrying herself in a composed way. A bit professionally but I was staring at her like an angel came down on earth. I knew nothing of what she was talking about because I only kept on staring and staring and staring. When she left I didn't know whether we would meet again or not. I refrained myself from thinking about her but James Blunt kept playing in my head, "My life is brilliant. My love is pure. I saw an angel. Of that I'm sure..."
It took another month for destiny to make us meet again. I saw her daily but she didn't. She was scared, of the world around her. She was lonely in herself. It was like the world against her. But I was selfish; more than all this what I saw was her prettiness. I would lose a breath, skip a beat. Destiny on the other hand was lazing around. She took a few more months to open the gates of my expressiveness. I wonder if it was a deliberate slow play of destiny. Eventually I started to talk to her only to realize that she was altogether in a different world. This was the time, I almost gave up on her. But no! We were destined to happen and we happened. Since we happened it has always been we instead of I and me. Someone said that it's the luckiest honour to be loved by someone you love. And yes, she loved me too.
The happiest days of my life were just about to begin, 1+1=3 had just happened. Somehow, it was still the world against her but this time I was with her. Not surprisingly though, I was just loving my new side. I thought I'd change with her and this was something I feared. But I never knew that it was eventually going to be really great. As we started the journey together, one big problem I found in her was her inability to express. She would only express her angst she had with the world who was standing against her. But I would never know that I'm being loved as I'm a person who needs to be reminded every now and then. Although, this pain was only short lived. She was only unable to express through words and I realized it only lately about her ways of expression. The way she smiles at me, the way she looks at me when in trouble, the way she holds my hand, the way she laughs when with me, the way she talks to me endlessly as if it's our last day on earth (the fact being that I still don't listen and keep on staring and staring and staring), etc. are only few of her ways to express her love for me.
Every so often, I ponder whether we'll be there with each other for life or not and I remember how slowly destiny played while getting us together. One thing I always lacked was confidence in myself and for this my angel has been paying all along. I knew she loved me but couldn't believe myself. And this, created turbulence between me and her. And these were the times it again became me and her from we and us. Such times came and went and will still come and I know they'll go. Only thing I pray to god is that my angel be held by my side on any such occasions.
It took me nine months to realize what it is all about. It took me nine months to realize that this girl was my miracle and it was love. She, being, a girl I love.
It took another month for destiny to make us meet again. I saw her daily but she didn't. She was scared, of the world around her. She was lonely in herself. It was like the world against her. But I was selfish; more than all this what I saw was her prettiness. I would lose a breath, skip a beat. Destiny on the other hand was lazing around. She took a few more months to open the gates of my expressiveness. I wonder if it was a deliberate slow play of destiny. Eventually I started to talk to her only to realize that she was altogether in a different world. This was the time, I almost gave up on her. But no! We were destined to happen and we happened. Since we happened it has always been we instead of I and me. Someone said that it's the luckiest honour to be loved by someone you love. And yes, she loved me too.
The happiest days of my life were just about to begin, 1+1=3 had just happened. Somehow, it was still the world against her but this time I was with her. Not surprisingly though, I was just loving my new side. I thought I'd change with her and this was something I feared. But I never knew that it was eventually going to be really great. As we started the journey together, one big problem I found in her was her inability to express. She would only express her angst she had with the world who was standing against her. But I would never know that I'm being loved as I'm a person who needs to be reminded every now and then. Although, this pain was only short lived. She was only unable to express through words and I realized it only lately about her ways of expression. The way she smiles at me, the way she looks at me when in trouble, the way she holds my hand, the way she laughs when with me, the way she talks to me endlessly as if it's our last day on earth (the fact being that I still don't listen and keep on staring and staring and staring), etc. are only few of her ways to express her love for me.
Every so often, I ponder whether we'll be there with each other for life or not and I remember how slowly destiny played while getting us together. One thing I always lacked was confidence in myself and for this my angel has been paying all along. I knew she loved me but couldn't believe myself. And this, created turbulence between me and her. And these were the times it again became me and her from we and us. Such times came and went and will still come and I know they'll go. Only thing I pray to god is that my angel be held by my side on any such occasions.
It took me nine months to realize what it is all about. It took me nine months to realize that this girl was my miracle and it was love. She, being, a girl I love.