I loved him through pictures...

I loved him through pictures,

Clicked secretly and cropped at friends get togethers,

And birthday parties.

I kissed the pictures,

So that he could feel my warmth,

Through the distance.

I collected tea bags from expensive hotel rooms,

Because he adored tea.

But I never got a chance,

To make a cup of my favourite tea for him.

He remained silent,

In a room of loud chatter,

Thinking about things,

I wanted to know.

Then one day,

The crumpled white paper napkin,

Scrawled with a black pen,

Was pushed into my fair hands.

He wanted me to make a heart,

And write I love you,

With curvy typography,

On the cream card chosen specially

For his most loved one.

I laughed in my head,

That finally the dream has come true,

The man I loved for 633 days,

Will propose under the moon lit skies,

And melt my heart with his warmth.

He gave the card to my closest friend.

And gave me a huge smile.