Coming back to you

It has been a long winding road, and I never knew that it would lead back to you. I traversed it with a fleeing disposition. Running away from you…running away from the me that I am when I am with you. Panting, stumbling as I looked up to see the shadows of you lurking, waiting at the end, I stopped in my tracks…frozen with just my heart pounding at hyperbole-ic at speeds and decibel levels. All else stood still. Time. Life. I could hear my heartbeats in my ears…and I am sure, so could you. Even with the distance that was between us. I was supposed to have been crestfallen at the futility of my venture, scared of what was to be and also, angry at the ironic twist of fate. And yet, here I was, standing with your shape looming large in front of me. With my inners, threatening to come exploding out, to leap at you. I want to touch you with my soul. To feel you with my breath. To stroke you with my memories. To love you with all my being. To see you with my ever – searching eyes. Come closer. Come into the light.

And now I know…that which I would have never known if you hadn’t come back to me. You never left me. And all I was doing, all this while, was running towards you.