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More than a decade ago when love was more than just a myth and was felt flowing through the young vibrant veins.  They met like any other love birds of that era.

The nights soon seemed long, and days apart longer, the distance seemed like oceans and staying apart was a sentence that they could hardly go through without a meltdown. But like all stories have a twist, so did theirs. The seasons changed and so did their story. The love changed and so did the priority.

As time went by, the dreams faded and in passing time they soon were forgotten. Life with forgotten dreams is comfortable, wanting one that is impossible in reality kills the dreamer in many ways.

But as they say, destiny has its own ways to give you back what it takes…

And then one fine afternoon the dreams came alive. They still sat there all ready to be lived again. Living one dream at a time, holding on to images, the touches, memorising the scents, the moment’s life carried on. Surviving on bits of happiness, finding meanings, making stories, interpreting the touches, the long hugs, the crazy conversations. Life learnt to be content on scraps, the destiny thought fit.

As time passed the forgotten dream slowly flourished. The scraps destiny gave became a prominent reality. The love strong as ever now was taking its own route. Carving through the mountains, braving the storms, it had matured with time. The young crazy love of the early twenties with a decade gone by had shaped in more gentle form. Wild within, now long nights and longer days were dealt with patience. The essence of togetherness had moved from being together to being there for each other.

The hugs still long now gleamed with the hope of eternity. The touch now was more gentle and firm. The words unspoken were felt deep within. The sight, reassuring them the existence of a world, dreamt by them in an era that was gone.

Life now could see the dreams come true,

watching the sunsets,

the counting of stars,

the feel of first morning rays,

the fingers that trace every arch…

the cuddles, the embrace, the snuggles that seemed right.

with going high and lying low, life was learning to live again, life was learning to be happy again.

“The things you wish for with all your heart,

You always get them. 

They may not be the way you wanted them but you do get them.”

So did the dreams in their own versions of reality.

Life was getting to live the dreams, dreamt forever. The dream of being together, the bonding it sought, the creation of a life which never was warranted, the completeness of being one, of being the better halves, was coming true in its own version.

Life sure felt complete, owned, secured just the way it had been imagined when love first came to life.

Versions of dreams had changed and so had the life itself…