We love, from miles away. We talk. We share. We chat. We
loved to see each other, often through video chats. We used to make cute faces
and often tease each other. We talked for long, whole nights. None of us was
aware when the sun rose up. We slept in mornings, often. Our love was set as an
example to others. We talked about our day schedule, sometimes about studies,
many times about ourselves and often, love making. We were taking care from
miles. There was a power of love that was keeping us together. I remember, how
it started with and random friend request, to ‘friends’, and to ‘best friends’,
and then, with our understanding, we didn’t need to share our feelings.
Her lustrous lips, her untidy glossy hairs and her shining
tiny eyes; those looked more charming while talking on webcam. She looked cute.
One day, we were talking like another day, in our most
romantic ways. She looked sad. I asked her many a times, she didn’t reply.
There was something that was cooking up in her mind, millions of miles away
from here. She wasn’t sharing. I tried every of the best possible way to please
her. Suddenly, I came across an idea. It was tough to plan and leave her alone
in such a time. But I had to do it. And I decided to leave her alone for next
10 minutes.
I managed everything in next eight minutes. It was time to
go back online. I turned on my laptop, sat and kept everything exactly where it
was required to be.
She was crying almost when I heard her voice. I asked her
many times. And finally, she told. She was crying because of the long distances
between us. She wanted to meet me. She wanted to
