7 years

7 minutes… it took him a few carelessly counted drags, a few flashbacks and 7 minutes for the smoke to reach the sole of his shoes. As he blew up into the air, a sigh of relief disguised in smoke, filled up the air around him. It was going to be 7 years now. He couldn’t have imagined, let alone wish, to be with someone for so long; but the best part of it was, he didn’t even realize it has been that long. You get used to some things, while others, you just get bored of, start to find it monotonous; some, on the other hand, even start getting on your nerves. It’s not like she doesn’t though; she does. She does it intentionally and you find it cute. That’s such a strange thing!

So, he turned his back to the view of the city, losing his worries and thoughts in a reverie that consisted of all the different ways that was possible for him to think of her. Starting from the days when he wouldn’t bother about the world, selfishly walking around with a careless attitude, to this day where he finds himself caring and wishing happiness for not only her, but everyone around him.

A new life; that’s the closest that he could get to describing this. This way of life that he discovered he could have. So there’s this that he never could completely explain, even when he was writing with his deepest thoughts; and then there was her who did the same to him. It is quite strange though, the very concept of writing about something that leaves you speechless. Just struggling to put into words the very thing that causes this speechlessness; but the again, that is what the heart loves to pour out.

Staring at the sky above him, the sound of her footsteps filled his ears and a smile, his face; and his eyes wandered longingly for her vision and rested on her face when her smile brightened his day again.
It took her a few seconds to understand where he was in his head and she walked to him and joined him in there.
It had been a long time since they had knew each other and when you are that close to somebody for that long, you tend to have a conversation with them without even speaking or listening, you tend to know or even feel when they feel something like happiness or sadness or troubled.
She hadn’t spoken a word since she joined him in his reverie; only stolen a glance or two. She rested her head in his chest and flew off into his dreams with him and watched the sky change its colour to deeper hues of blue till the cold broke their trance. He gave her the warmth of his arms and took her away from the stars.