Hello World,

Let me tell you a love story.

Love has this beautiful way of filling you up. When you are in love, there is energy, there is hope, there is joy and there is courage.

So, if she had offered me the whole world for a chance to love her again, I’d pick love.

The first few days of April, it felt like everything in Los Angeles was blossoming. But what blossomed for me was longing. I was counting the days until I’d see hernext. I knew she was traveling until April 5th, but what did that mean for us? When would we meet? Where would I see her? Would she be tired after her trip?

I had no answers.

These questions swirled through my mind the whole week, but on the 5th, these questions took a fever pitch. 

I bumped into her secretary that morning, and almost bared the ache in my heart. But would he understand this love? I am just one of the many stars in her orbit. How could he know that she was my center, my breath, my reason for being?

And so I stewed.

I knew I wouldn’t see her at breakfast that morning, because it seemed too early for her to get in. But still, my eyes scanned the crowd.

I was unsure I’d see her at lunch, because she would surely want to get some rest. And still, my heart hoped.

I stayed back after lunch to volunteer at the kitchen. I figured if I’d just stay put, then I’d definitely see her before the event at 7pm.

The hours ticked by, and the game of hide and seek continued.

All I needed was one glimpse of her smile. All I wanted was to soak up the radiance that her laughter brought to the room. But with each passing hour, the realization that maybe today wasn’t the day I’d see her started to sink in.

Perhaps, tomorrow. 

My heart, mind, ears, and eyes were starting to get tired. So even as I waited, I slipped into meditation.

And that’s when I heard her name. Bena. I’d repeated her name so many times today, that perhaps this was just an echo of that longing.

Bena.

I heard it again. My heart began to dance. My feet stirred even before my eyes could open, carrying me to the source of that sound. But I didn’t have to move an inch. Because all of a sudden, two strong, warm, bony hands cupped my shoulders, and I felt a soft kiss planted on my head. 

I didn’t want that moment to end. And so I stayed rooted. Eyes closed, skin tingling, love oozing from every pore.

All I wanted was to catch a glimpse of her. But she poured love as if she’d heard the anguish of my heart. I would wait for her another 100 years if it meant one more perfect moment like this.

I finally opened my eyes, and there she was. A towering perfection in white, with the most adoring smile, surrounded by a crowd. I was once more a star in her orbit.  

Forever yours,

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