Time flies when you’re in love, they say. And it wasn’t until I lived through it all with you that I realised what they meant. Hours melt into days, days to months but still lost in your eyes, not nearly done smiling in them. But it’s been a year now. An entire year since those stolen glances, lingering touches and subtle looks began securing a deeper meaning in the nooks of our souls. An entire year since I began reciting whispers of your being like hymns to my favourite prayer. And it was among those hymns that I chanted a name. Your name.One syllable after another, I crafted my love for you onto the letters of a simple word, but it spilt. It spilt from my lips discreetly, and its mere utterance bestowed upon us a life that the silence of our love could not bring. You heard it and held your breath short, absorbing the essence of time and the shrine I built for you with your own existence.Each time I say it, I pronounce it delicately. I make sure to not tug on it too tight, or let it go too loose, but it flows anyway. It flows from my heart to yours, like a spring birthing this river to send it to the sea. And you draw it in each time. You lift the corner of your mouth for a sloppy smile and each time I drown in it eagerly, for it is all the heaven I know, the only devotion I dive into.Time flies when you’re in love, but each time I say your name, your breath hitches and the world stops. Each time I say your name, I’m blessed by this secret we share, pulling me an inch closer to you, to the heart I’ve known all along.And if the world grew void one day, I’ll make sure I recite your name until it echoes in the forgotten nooks and the loudest valleys. I’ll make sure I recite your name until I come home to you, until it’s the only echo left, until it leads me back to you, always, forever.
