The plight of missing is the aftereffect of being in love
Wait becomes more painful
Patience becomes the virtue
The words ” I miss you” keeps murmuring in every thought until the souls meet
the dreams becomes the painful truth
the wait becomes a joy too at times
the excitement of being together for even a moment was a profound joy
the joy that had a countless pleasure
She cold drive him crazier
Her eyes spoke thousands of hidden emotions
the magic of the hugs and smiles
the aroma of his presence that could be maddening
the magnetism in the air that keep their souls attracted to each other like opposite poles
the gravitational pull, that is uncontrollable
Yet, the wait made it possible for them to live through the moments
the wait was their call to the patience
yet they could fight it with lots of love
the wait is never over…..
the more they loved, the wait increased ………..
more and more ….bonding them forever again…….