Life is a journey throughout and I am not sure if there is anything called an absolute end. I perceived you at one point of life and you have shown up time and time again but after so many years its still a surprise where we meet again. I have laughed with you , cried for you , hated you and loved you for so long , it just feels sometimes surreal that even such bond exists between us. We never talked on this but I am anxious to look into your eyes and see myself. I have read romanticism, revenge, hatred, injustice , battle but I have no idea under which genre we should fall. Or Am I trying to make our story like novels? I am not. All I want right now is to go and meet you , know about you , spend sometime with you , its being years we have looked into each other. I will not come your way if someone else comes in between but your glance might feel my senses for once. I do not want to stand on your way if you choose to move to the other side but your passing by might fill me with more...