He lusted for her body, she craved for his soul; sadly, both had been compromised by time’s vicious troll. But the moment they both realized that broken souls can complement; the wounds got healed, and their relationship got a love supplement.
Whenever he saw her again, his eyes saw something new; as if a new life got resurrected, in a body that had been subdued.
She saw something too, she saw a terrified kid grappling; as if the seed was waiting to get nurture to turn into a sapling.
Time passed away, and slowly they started to laugh. They laughed at their own imperfections, and kissed the scars of their better half. Maybe, those scars were important, to be kissed and act as a prelude. Definitely, those scars were important, to be kissed and act as a prelude.
As now, he doesn’t lust for her body, nor does she crave for his soul. As love did the miracle, in merging 2 broken halves into an intertwined whole.
