Her diary was filled out with numerous scribbles about days of loneliness, about days of missing him, about all what she wanted to do with him, but it was not just another fairy tale story. Life had so much to deal with that relationship was just a tiny part of being alive. She felt about this all throughout but now she was happy, she was happy about the day that finally arrived.

She was unable to celebrate her birthday with him, she was unable to talk all loud in front of him about her relationship about her problems when she wishes to seek help from him and he was not there. 

But that day was here, "Out in excitement of meeting him after so long she was unable to sleep", and when she woke up it was already too late, the clock was ticking to 10:30, she was supposed to reach half the way to meet him by that time & here she was, shouting on herself and her stupid sleep.

She took a quick bath and got dressed up in her black color dress, she was glad that she chose that a day back, she was so confused about what to wear that yesterday she spent around 2 hours to select the best dress for this meet, in spite of her preparations which started around a week back when he confirmed that he is finally coming to see her.

She had no time to wear that liner & mascara which she bought specially for that day, That MAC Kohl which she bought in last westside sale was lying right on the top of her shelf waiting to add a beautiful touch to her eyes but she kept on looking at the watch it was half-past eleven already. She grabbed her phone real quick to inform him that she was late but there was already one message waiting to be read

"He: Hey Sweety, Goodmorning I will be reaching there in half an hour, can't wait to see you. Love you." 

She took her purse and filled all that she needed to satisfy her about that fact "that she is looking beautiful", her lipstick, her mascara, her liner, Kohl, that gift box which she prepared for him from so long. Her small diary which had so many stories to be told. 

And finally her phone

"She: Hi, Goodmorning, I am so sorry, so wala sorry, I was so excited about today and here I am already late, Leaving Now, Love you too."

She wanted to reach real quick so she booked up an auto in reserve and asked the driver to take the shortest route to reach there. Her heart started pumping fast out of excitement, it was something more than excitement, it was some sort of a different form of Love. She was going to meet him after three months and for a girl who used to meet every day with his guy, it was more than enough to ask.

Soon she started thinking about her last meet, the time when she had that fight over old issues in her last hour of that date. She thought that she will not waste her time on a fight in this one. She started missing her last hug, her last kiss which they shared and how they shared. It was weird but she loved that &  she thought about once in a while

And in the middle of reliving all these memories, she finally reached that place, she started feeling low, her eyes were already wet.

Memories, you say..............she was just living in memories and she was going to complain about that to him. He left her alone at times when she was unable to help herself and for sometimes she herself doesn't know about "what was happening to her".

There he was sitting on one of the corner seats of the cafe, waiting to see her after so long.

She took a leap and rushed into the washroom to get dressed, washed her face; her eyes seemed wet she put on her liner & mascara and embraced herself with kohl to appeal. She felt confident that way and she liked doing that.

"A gentle way from a distant for that 3 months with a whisper of Hello, He rose up from his chair, and winked with a smile, it was definite she was happy. He took her in his arms and whispered: "Where was your phone, I texted and called many times, it has been half an hour on this seat."

She smiled and ended up with a sorry.  She looked adorable like that whispering silently in his ears with her apologies hugging tightly like this very time was the last. He loved it like this. She tried to kiss him on his head but she missed, he leant back from that hug unknowingly but that touched her. They seemed to be a small thing but they had their importance for her.

He: Smiled and asked her to sit;

A bouquet of red colour roses was lying on the table with a small box covered in light blue colour and tied with a ribbon, he was trying to make for not being present for her birthday.

She: I am so happy to see you, you know I missed you so much, every night when you missed calling me I just kept on gazing that light of moon peeping in my window and about some memories of past.
You know I have even brought that diary so that you can read about all those times when I missed you so much.

I always have some expectation in this love which we share and it's my love which keeps on increasing this expectation from the relationship which we share.

He stopped me in the middle of my chatter and said that he knows about all, he knew about everything which I felt during that time, He was just busy with his office work. Was it?

He: I know about all that, It's just I got engaged, but you know what, I always think about you in whatever I do, Wherever I go, you just mock me all the time with memories.
Remember that shirt which you gave me for my last birthday which we celebrated together, I always wore that during my important meetings.

She: I will not fight and that's what I thought on my way, I wanted this date to be memorable.
He: Hey, are you crying?

There were tears in her eyes and soon as he noticed and asked her the very moments two drops of tear dropped of to her cheek, fading her confidence and that Kohl which she put on a few minutes back.

 She was touched and she felt happy to be with him, & "Tears are one of the purest things to speak the content of heart. She said"

"He sounded equally happy as her, it's just that sometimes distance relationship doesn't give the equal opportunity to interact, you have to create that time for things."


They kept on chatting about three months of life alone at different places filling up all the holes in the stories and knitted up new stories and memories to miss until their next meet.

He took her in arms again and gave a tight hug while leaving, her hands slipped from him again in the moment of time and here comes again the time when she had to count the days and miss him and gaze those stars and moon outside the window missing him.

And he has to just look at her different pictures to fill his heart up until next meet.

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