He wrote her a proposal. When he first met her there was nothing but sheer attempts of impressing that cute girl you see for the first time. And nothing more to it. In 7 years he kept in touch. She never let go. There was a certain energy about their relationship. An energy only a few feel, understand and embrace. There were never talks of commitments, or planning, or restrictions, or romance, or sex or anything. It was just a powerful and mystical energy that kept the flame going.
They knew when it was time. She met him. They hugged and the musical notes of the most romantic songs hit the right chords at the right time at the right place. Nobody could ever pierce even something as thin as a thread between their bond. They knew they would die for each other.
7 days before he wrote her the proposal, she said to him - "if this is the only life I have and if being with you would take me a 100 deaths to be there.. I would go for it.." He did not need another moment to grab his car keys and go buy a ring.
He reached and knocked on her door with the letter and the ring in his hands, trembling with anxiety and cold with fear. A lady, someone he doesn't know answers the door. He peeps in without trying to know who that is. There are people. People he hasn't seen or heard of. He storms in and drops the letter and the ring.
7 years 7 days and 7 years since. He sits by the trees and gazes into the setting sun to wait for it to rise again. She's gone. He has the letter and the ring. He waits.
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