Seeing her after waiting is my favourite part.
When she walks towards me slowly, strands of her hair flying in the wind, her fingers fidgeting nervously, excitement in her stride as if she would break into a run the next second and fling her arms around my neck.
That seemingly eternal walk...
Uncertainty of what will happen when the distance between us would be the least.
Lightening that strikes in the eyes..
A sudden smile that lingers for long..
I notice how she has carefully chosen her shirt- my favourite blue shirt.
Intense moments like these lie on the top shelf of the cupboard of my memories.
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