I sit here , jotting down my thoughts into words, thinking of him,missing him . But I know he must be doing the same , missing me and smiling at thoughts of me. Does it matter if he doesn't express it in words? Does it even count that he can't write down his feelings into a prose? No it doesn't. All that matters is , he was the first one to engrave my name onto his heart. Engrave so intense that it can never be erased , can never be wiped off like the mere words put down on a piece of paper that can be destroyed by any mean and then there is no mark left . No proof that those words ever existed. But the writings on his heart are so visible to me because every time he looks into my eyes , what I see is the depth of emotions , the feelings, the burning desire of making me his only and the urge to scream and tell the world that yes she is mine.At times my eyes shed tears of I don't know happiness or what at his selflessness, at his unparalled love. And after that my eyes envision more clearly & the straight line under my nose turns to a downward curve , my cheeks bulge out and my heart races . Because it hides secretly a marking ,similar to the one he possesses.
©Emmy.
