It is a starry night and we walk hand in hand on the beach. I steal a glance at her realizing that from tomorrow I won’t be seeing that child like innocent face, that smile so mesmerizing that even heaven couldn’t match it’s beauty, those eyes which say everything tacit, those hair I can spend my life running my fingers through them.
“Nothing just looking at you”
Her cheeks turn red and she hits me playfully on my arm.
“Why can’t we call each other or share mails or letters or I can come to your place, whatever you like? Please don’t do this I don’t want to ruin something so beautiful. We are perfect together”
“Because if we are meant to be together then we will meet next year at the same place looking for each other and if you don’t show up or I don’t we both will know this was just a summer fling”
“You are complicated and this is not fair”
It’s been a year and I saunter at the same place looking for her, praying to all the Gods I know that it was not a fling and that it meant the same to her as it did to me.
After hours of strolling and losing all hopes I finally found her. My eyes shine and my lips curve into a smile. I haven’t been this happy in a long time. She runs towards me and I take my home in my arms.
Written for Thursday photo prompt – Horizon #writephoto
(Starry night landscape a magnum opus by Vincent Van Gogh)
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