There are only so many feelings words can convey, when you've got so much to say, but so little to articulate.
We meet once in days, even though it feels like we talked only yesterday, and there's a yearning in your breathes, when we come face to face, vs when you fall asleep on calls, with your mic placed a bit away.
Our meetings don't last super long, probably shorter than the shortest of business calls, but every fragment of time I share with you, feels like a kiss to my existence, with time taking a good nap in my head.
We don't visit high end restaurants, neither do we hunt Starbucks when we go out, rather we keep our fingers interlaced, walking across the woods, at an incredibly slow pace, jinxing our existence, without even having a word to say.
We don't realize when hours pass by, until our moms call us, or nights get colder, reminding us to kiss a sweet goodnight, but we part our ways, knowing we can't be together, at least not now, even though we both know, that we're forever.
And yet, we don't seek each other impatiently, everytime we part our ways, all over again, loving back furiously over texts, knowing very well how we both felt.
Our bond, it's not a promise that's said out loud. It's not a fairy tale with lots of adventures and magic around. It's our story, the one with no laws, despite a couple of hundred visible flaws.
It's our way, where we both know that we're to stay, in each other's arms, not just together, but rather, forever.
And it's a promise we both make, everytime we part our ways, knowing very well that we'll meet, over and over again, to stay.