The Love Letter

Where were you all this while, you've often asked me

I have smiled and patted your head in silence, every single time

Not because I didn't have an answer

But then again, some answers are best scripted in love letters

For oddly enough, there's something about intimacy in measured distances

I've never believed in a right time for a right thing

And you and I coming together was never beyond that realm

Or so I thought

And now that I think of it

I guess it's better we met how and when we did

For one doesn't know the taste of victory unless one has clenched jaws in defeat

For one doesn't know the essence of love unless one has given up on the idea of love

For you and I wouldn't have known the skin of togetherness unless we had lived the trails of distanced solitudes

For you and I wouldn't have been magic unless we had seen the broken dreams