The girl was wearing a red frock and smiled to me in an infectious manner.
We would sit opposite each other in the cafe and look deeply into each others’ eyes.
Our bodies met and were deep into each other.
We didn’t utter a single word but the love, intimate expression told thousand expressions.
It was an expression of love and intimacy.
We were deep into each other as our lips met.
Our soul spoke to each other as we fidget with our hands and pour sugar in our coffee cups.
How close we were to each other, yet how far we were!
Tables of coffee and noisy crowd separated us from making the move.
There was something about her yet a greater force stopped me from making the move.
One fine day, I lost sight of her.
I traveled places to search for her.
Yet, she disappeared.
Was she a product of my imagination or my blurred vision?
Perhaps, she got married!
I sat in the coffee shop, thinking about our love.
It was silent love yet so deep and passionate.