She held my hands, grasp it tightly, and put her soft lips on my cheeks.
It was two years when I last saw her. But it was just like yesterday when I last gazed upon her lovely face and touched her milky skin. Her mild scent hinted her presence back. She's back, after two years.
But it was just like yesterday, when, together, we talked until the wee hours of the morning and exchanged sms, and talked, and expressed the possibility of us becoming lovers, and talked.
She's back. I can talk to her again. Tell her how I regret the moment I had to make a choice and leave. Tell her I am sorry, for I wasn't ready to gamble on a love , so divine, so sweet, so effervescent. Tell her that I am ready to win her back. Tell her how I longed for the moment I could touch her, and hug her, and kiss her, again. How I waited for this moment I could say I love her, again.
She's back, and held my hands, grasp it tightly, and put her soft lips on my cheeks. Then, she whispered, "things may not always be the same."
Only for some time, Yes! she was back.
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