The Goodbye Kiss

Spending time with her from the last two days, I realised this is what my heart has been aching for. Holding her hand and walking alongside her was giving me immense pleasure. I use to tighten the grip of my hand whenever I had the urge to kiss her even in a public place. It seemed two days just passed by in the blink of an eye. Then came the inevitable moment of departure. The moment of truth which I knew I had to prepare myself for at some point of time. She accompanied me to the station to bid goodbye to me. I remember we didn’t even spoke a word on our way to station. She was just holding my hand all the time and leaned on my shoulder. When I sensed a wet patch on my shoulder, I realised she was crying. I just hold her chin, glanced her head up and just kissed her then and there. It didn’t matter to me that kissing in a public place is a crime. I just did what I felt correct at that time to stop her crying. We had kissed a couple of times before, but this was utterly different. This time, she kissed me so deeply, that I almost forgot who is breathing for whom. It was so fierce and just so intensely marvelous; I could feel her blood within my veins and her heartbeat with in my soul.

Finally, when I kissed her cheek to say good bye, I could taste the salt of her tears. The tears of the feeling of emptiness, the feeling of undeniable urge of holding my hand and asking me to stay forever, the feeling of desperate longing in her eyes to embrace me in her arms and not letting me go, the feelings of the fear of her inner voice which is trying to conceal the fact that she is afraid to lose me, the tears of the feeling of getting abandoned and being left alone all of a sudden. The tears she shed that day was not a sign of weakness. For me, it was the sign of a pure heart.