It is the damn word all yearn to have, especially those newly afoot into that little thing.
It was 2011. May, 27, the starting point. No exact time recorded!
It was 2011. May, 27, the starting point. No exact time recorded!
“I think it will be time for you to say that to me, honey.”
“Not yet,” comes a reply, “We’ll see and hear. We just start, hey!"
"But? Um, I have done this a lot to prove my..." to which a reply cut through: C'mon! It will be time, just like you say; not now, though. I do want to but, um......
"Promise me, okay? I'll get to you again on New Year's eve when we are going to hold hands, walking under the lighted breezy street. Then, you will have to go with the reality: you and I, forever."
Riya, now a bit touched, okayed, smilingly.
"But? Um, I have done this a lot to prove my..." to which a reply cut through: C'mon! It will be time, just like you say; not now, though. I do want to but, um......
"Promise me, okay? I'll get to you again on New Year's eve when we are going to hold hands, walking under the lighted breezy street. Then, you will have to go with the reality: you and I, forever."
Riya, now a bit touched, okayed, smilingly.