Until I Find You

Until I find you

He saw a glimpse of her on a busy airport, Monday morning during the rush hour mayhem. She was running late, jumping queues with all her might. Sitting side by side, on the aisle seats he could only steal some glimpses but never uttered what’s inside.

When the destination arrived she once turned around, his heart skipped a beat – this is the time. He hesitated rephrased words in the mind. She pulled out the bag and walked about.

Following is the only option, his heart was screaming but lips were numb. Is this the way it happens in the stories, they met for a short glimpse and then its goodbye. He read her name, flashing boldly on the boarding pass teasing him to spell it out loud and clear.

Heart speaks a different language one don’t understand. He saw her leaving, the story that began on an airport just a few hours ago ended up on the another.

He vowed to find her in the crowd of billions, find a name that seems so clear. Until I find you….. my Love!


The post is written as part of #A2ZChallenge & #BlogchatterA2Z. To read the previous post, please click hereMy theme this year is Short Love Stories.

Disclaimer – This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is advised.


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