Blue Skies in the Night of Troubles

I have been navigating through the past few weeks of ups and downs comfortably on my own except for that one horrible night. I could not circumvent myself out of it and found myself missing her ever so terribly. The tears at the back of my eye dying to reach to the blue skies in the night. Dejected and suffering from that temporary extreme loneliness I turned to myself. Oh how important it is to be able to commune with your heart and soul! I questioned the lack of courage within me and the excessive amount of fear in my voice. What is it about me that could never kiss the blue skies with my heart? As the strangulation of my soul got worse my mind launched an automatic reminiscence of dining with the breathing beauty. Oh I would have travelled there all the way just to hug her and cry on her shoulders and thank her for existing. After a hectic night I was almost desperate for a cup of chai laced with the joys of love. I had my comfort zone set up and received an unexpected message from her! Yes! Why is it that she could appear at the right time all the time? Why is it that those words mean the world to me? How does she time her appearance? How does she do it? Yes, yes a coincidence all the time but afterawhile I fall in love... I do. If to err is human, then to love is to err. Or is it not?