Theirs was a beautiful love story. He had loved her ever since testosterone ran in his blood.
And she had known only him, when youth and beauty had started knocking on her door.
Their love was as pious as the unborn child.
Untouched by the cruelties of life.
He would pass by her window every day just to have a glimpse.
And she would keep standing on the window sill till he would pass by.
He would think of her as his lucky mascot,
She would pray for him more than the self.
He would shyly smile when his friends would mention,
She would blush whenever she heard his name.
They kept waiting for the perfect time ,
When they would be mature enough to handle
Time flew ….
They both grew up, went in the different directions life took them.
He mentions her in his musings.
And she reads it, smiles and moves on.