They called her by a name, they brought her up under the sun, they were responsible for her existence, but somehow they had no idea that she will fall in my dreams as a broken piece of the moon; neither did I. A lot of conflicts arose in the million folds of my brain, wondering how a single soul would be responsible for the proof of destiny or rather for the destiny itself. The day had a cause, everyday does, but that one day had placed her at every possible right path of mine and the wrong ones too, assuring I would never miss her among all the odds or the evens!
She knew my “language”, she used the right set of words that would group me and make me look organized to her. Her eyes were the right fit for my “figure”. She was this sink that never drained though I poured tons of memories. Later I realized I was putting in stones to make the water rise and there she was- the right drink for my “thirst”. She hardly looks into my eyes. Her reason was that her cheeks would turn into an obvious color. But the fact is that I hardly chose to lose myself over and over again in her. She made it all simple; during my longest fall and at my proudest moments, she made sure my head never lost or gained weight. Looking at my name besides hers would be the two precious words I would to see, to drown into and to realize that the words are more perfect than the word perfect itself.
Every king has a queen, I am not a king neither she is a queen. All I know is that the world is mine whenever am with her or let’s say my needs are more fulfilled than any other single soul’s desire. I had a reason for writing this in the first place. The reason is her! I barely did anything that’s responsible for spilling all the smiles on my face. Laws of physics taught me nothing around the universe had an ideal condition except on written. But here I am, failing to express my ideal person on written or may be mere words aren’t ideal to carve her out in a sentence. What I am having is no fairy tale, nor is a granted wish. It is a very simple but the best way of life- having someone beside to soak into every ounce of time.
Time had it all planned. It managed to deliver her at the right moment and stopped moving further. Finding the right person might be a part of our lives, but being the right person for them takes our whole life time. Here we are, saved the time of finding the better halves and have chosen the right path to walk by.
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