Dear,
So many days have passed,so many silent nights...we haven't said anything.Mornings come with all it's grandeurs to celebrate every new beginning.Nights come to unfold so many untold stories of enchanting togetherness.But,we never participate in any of these celebrations.Wish,we could also write some stories of walking together along the sea-shore.The murmur of waves, gentle breeze through pinewood,and the blushing dusk ....all are missed by us. Isn't it? Waiting for yet another season of love with you.
A bereaved soul.