JUNE

There are people we meet,

Then there are people who stick with us

Sometimes physically

Other times in our mind

Sometimes they are aware

Sometimes they don’t know

But as the days go by

They mean a lot to us

To the world, they might just be one person,

but to us, they are the world

So is June,

I don’t know if she knows this

That when we first met,

I got so nervous,

I couldn’t speak.

She is so beautiful

The kind of beautiful that makes other girls look like poorly done pieces of art.

I had a serious liking for her

But yet I worked so hard to dismiss it off

In my mind I just didn’t see the chances of a country boy like me, ending up with a princess of her stature

And so I summoned my voice of reason, and for one year I let it control my interactions with her

I did not want to dream about her in the day as I walked the streets

And so I only allowed myself to dream about her as I lay in bed at night.

And boy! Those are a million dreams that have always kept me awake in my sleep

The days progressed

And the more we worked together, the more I saw the inner beauty that lay covered by her phenomenal immensely attractive physical beauty.

And for the second time,

I fell in love

This time round, with her person.

I fell in love with the way she would organize us in our team

Her energy, dedication, and commitment to the tasks we were doing were simply put, admirable! She made me love whatever we were up to

Her compassion towards teammates and the way she would rather take the tough work than have other struggle doing it drew me in

Before I knew it, I was accustomed to her daily progress report calls,

We would spare a few moments to laugh about our days and say how we missed each other

Yet she would still take us to the objective of the call and we would get the work done

The projects ended,

and the calls reduced,

We all moved to different duties

And time whiled away

The longer we spent apart,

The more my heart longed to speak to hers

My eyes longed to see her radiant face

And my whole being just wanted to feel what it felt that one evening when we walked holding hands from the music concert in Vellore

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, so is the story of my life

As time has progressed,

I miss everything about her

I miss her laugh and her smile

Oh! That smile!

She would tell me stories about her puppy and the way he made her happy

She would send me pictures of them playing together, I still have a gallery of those.

I remember the tales of her family and the late-night texts when she wasn’t happy, I felt special listening to her.

I hope wherever she is, she is happy. I hope the days are fairer to her and I hope she smiles even more. I hope our paths intersect again, and I hope this time round, I will have the courage to tell her how much our friendship means to me. I hope…

If I ever get the chance to share this with her

I hope she knows that she is intrinsically so beautiful and if I had only one wish then I would wish to spend the rest of my life gazing at the summer moonlight with her beside me

I hope she smiles when reading this.