Her #4

She is tired of being called brave for fighting her battles alone. She no longer wants to do it. She no longer wants to entertain half-assed presence of people in life. She no longer wants to have secrets or be someone's secret. She is done. All she needs now is some plain, old-fashioned, 'till death do us part' kind of romance and a partner who would hold her hand (not just in the metaphysical realm) when she fights against all odds. She's exhausted. Maybe all this trauma is meant to bring into perspective what surrounds her in the name of love is not enough. Reality check!

Him #6

He is thirty minutes ahead of her tonight. And how she misses him! She tugs at a few delicate threads of memories that she has woven with him. Like the way his hair falls on his forehead and the way she unmindfully sweeps it across with her fingers. The soft skin of his back... It responds to her random, gentle caress. She remembers the two of them standing close, discussing how she is tall enough to hear his heartbeat while he does not have to bend much to kiss the top of her head. Do you see that thread to the right? That is the memory of the first time he held her hand when she was bawling her eyes out over something silly. And, the one to the left... Well, that is the memory of him looking at her slyly to check if she is watching while he takes the prohibited overdoses of sugar. She pauses and meditates on these moments. She is happy as it dawns on her that he is a part of her. Wherever he is and wherever she is, he is loved with all her soul.

Him #5

She looks at the clouds and wishes he was there with her, thousands of feet above the ground. She could have shown him those cottony pillows that promise of the tenderest of dreams. Dreams that turn into reality. Dreams that bring out the tenderest of emotions. The tenderest of emotions that engulf the two of them. Tenderest of love... She wishes to promise him that. She wishes to rest her head on his shoulder as she drifts off to sleep. And then, dream about more such moments of togetherness.

Him #4

He wonders what makes her stare at him. She looks at him like a curious kitten while hoping to see a tiny little smile to brighten his face and to catch a glimpse of the most spectacular sparkling eyes when he is lost in his thoughts. Apart from those, she looks on in daze when a wave of his essence touches her. She wonders about a certain thing.. Would it feel like watching the sunrise in the mountains or like the first sip of water after being parched for long or would it feel like rain-laden dark, voluminous clouds covering the scorching sun... How would it feel when she holds him as close as she can. And, never let go.