In the Centennial edition of my life, I dedicate these words to myself
"The thought was not a sudden recollection, it was the acknowledgement of a continuous presence that needed no acknowledgement. His absence bound her to him more complete than his presence could enforce."
But presence gave her the content of soul she sought for always......
She waited.........
And One fine Morning, like the all new fresh breeze of spring, he arrived.
Facts were no more harsh than imaginations. The gospels of eternal love seemed nonetheless more meaningful than they usually are. She felt no more turbulences in her stormy life.
She attained the serenity her soul had always sought for, and her heart knew no reasons to deny the blissful solace life rendered upon her.
Love filled her life with the legacies of its journey, embellishing it every moment with cherishing experiences.
A journey came to an end, a new one then began....
