I have been meeting her everyday she is just an insular gaze at me. I feel the whole view getting me into deeper and deeper, and she keeps coming to me every day with intense sight. My mind seems to have lost the sense of her presence and when she goes away from me, it is the silhouette that walks to a distance and then it fades away after some prismatic reflection of natural forms, which bring back my soaked up senses. There is no flesh that makes me tweak in the impulse, it is the deep swing of heart which lends anonymity to my own feelings towards her that I try to put under her shade. Her eyes are my life line, and if she comes to meet mine then the day is consummated. Each day this untiring event happens and I keep getting my feed of the day, without any impulse to change or tinker the situation. I am sure that she finds it suitable that I keep a glass before my perception only to see that my waves of emotion just produce the patterns on that glass which keep her ascertained of my pulsation for her. And, this be informed sense of existence in each other's mind keeps us cultivating one after the other as the days pass by. There is posteriori cognition of feeling between us that keeps us so assured that we even needn't explore each other's smiles. This has led to some ideas in form of conviction that we have always been like this and this the way we have been living for each other. And, our devotion is the right amount of gaze that we exchange everyday that makes the complete sobriety of our passion and dreams and desires for each other.
