stories never said

It was a travel to north eastern Islands when I first met her accordingly her age was lesser than that of mine we spoke to each other at a glince our passion made us attract each other our passion towards glory and wisdom was one of all she was going to the eastern part of Europe and me West well our friendship ended after I dropped at the western part well anyways that doesn't sound right for five years we used to write letters the glinciness of the letters sounded like stories.

we started with peck of neighborhood sayings first then we started saying stories of infinite kind we didn't like phoning each other because that might bother our relationship a true friendship is enough for a survival of nature our letters were so passionate that we loved it more than us we later started writing poems and rhymes towards each other our writing stopped for several months after knowing she changed her house somewhere in china my job was lost and had to migrate from America to Russia even though we live in neighborhood nation we weren't able to see each other or inform each other.

I went to china with the permission of chinese government but weren't able to meet her some notes came to my home telling she had migrated to Delhi India based on disaster management well although I started forgetting her at once seven weeks passed neither I could sleep not drink a coffee a knock on door step made my sleep away when I opened the door it was someone who I knew but hard to recognise she asked did you recognise me I said no it's me the one who you used to send letters his eyes wet at a glince and he said come in yes both of them were looking at each other like stories never said