May be it was part of my bravado to make fun of love and how lovers feel when they meet after a long time.
Though the hourglass looks still, the days have fled so fast as if on wings. Here we are, the writer and the written, the wanderer and the dreamer, face to face, eye to eye.
I don't know where you have been and whom you have met but I would like to hear what passed day by day, hour by hour, second by second.
I might have to fight back all the tears of absence that have weighed my heart and you may have to slow down the countless words that never found a way to the lips.
But god willing, when that day finally comes, I want it to remain still like forever and I want to tell you for sure that I know what a love story really feels like.