Her words dawned to me like dewdrops on the petals of a rosebush.

Her words dawned to me like dewdrops on the petals of a rosebush. They were so filled with tenderness and nurturing that I was brimming, more than that would have probably killed me right there! This was the first time somebody had ever acknowledged me to the very extent of my heart. I felt that I was not alone at all. Somebody was taking care of me and that I was not meant to be forsaken. My presence mattered and that the love that was growing was meant to be preserved. She was conscious of the consequences of taking this risk. She was compassionate that I should not get hurt in this course and for this she advised me that I should probably escape and disappear so that I would not be touched by those flames which might burn me. She was such a poor stupid girl. I could see it right there who was more deluded and who deserved more care. I felt the urgent need to hold her right there. Life did not choose me to fall in love and to finally vanish. I was meant to take care of her to the very end when in dusk sun sets to faraway corner of the world and when light is obscured by the dark night and in summer and in winter and even when silence prevails and everything is choked up. I will love her more and more and my love will grow even more bigger that I will be able to address all of her crunches and worries that keep her troubled at night and that I will be able to put relief in them.

February 23, 2017