THE PERFECT DATE….WITH ITS DILEMMAS AND BLESSINGS
You had come to meet me, in desolation…I watched you while you waited..crossing your fingers, biting your lips…the unkempt hair and the unbothered manner..there were wrinkles on your forehead and the eyes seemed weary of waiting. You loved and cursed simultaneously. ..a sight one could easily die for.. I returned home laced in this memory..the meeting had ended WELL….