It was not an ordinary morning. I could feel something very
special in the air. Streets were occupied by the vendors selling beautiful red
roses as my school bus drove me to the school. My friend told me about the
places which she had seen on her way to school were decorated with glaring
lights and flowers everywhere. It was meant to be that way since it was the day
when all the lovers cherish and express the love to their beloved. Yeah, it was
the Valentine’s Day.
Girls at the school were either busy in gossiping about
their lavish plans for the night or some were truly excited about the exquisite
presents they were going to get. However, a number of them were waiting for
someone to ask them out. And I, on the other side of that much happening day
felt a bit gloomy. There was a feeling deep within me which kept me down
throughout the day. I was neither going out anywhere nor I was expecting any
present. All I was doing was waiting. Yes, I was waiting eagerly. But waiting
for what? My ears were longing to listen to the school bell ringing which means
I was waiting for the school to get over so that I could reach home. I was not
the only one who was impatient to reach home. There was someone who was far
away and was waiting for me to reach home. The guy with whom I fell in love was
waiting for me to send him a text message. He would call me the very next
moment when he got to know that I had arrived home. We talked for hours without
even realizing. Years passed and we celebrated Valentines the same way. This can
justify why I was growing more melancholy every hour of that day. The distance
was tearing me apart.
We have been in a long distance relationship since the
beginning. We are meant to wait, this is what we believe. Yes, we believed in
each other and wondered till when? Till when do we have to wait to be together
for life <3. Each moment spent together either online or on call was special
to us. We have been waiting since ages to celebrate our birthdays together. We
have been waiting to cherish our anniversaries together. And here I am, after
nine years of togetherness and living thousand miles apart, still waiting
eagerly for him to reach home so we can talk. We will talk and plan about our
future dates on the Valentine’s Day.
Love and trust are
the magic ingredients in our relation which has preserved its charm even after
so many years. And today I can proudly state that we are one of the most joyful
partners I have ever witnessed. The distance which I thought was tearing me
apart actually turned out to be our strength. A yearn to see him incites me to
live. I have no clue when I am going to see him next but the day I am going to
see him I will welcome him in my arms with kisses. But let’s see when…
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