5:25 am.
23rd August 2005
Greenwood lake Resort.
Room: 404[S4]. Golden Suite with three cozy rooms.

Large bedroom with huge window faces the lake. AC is on its coldest at that hour. The cold inside the room is a sharp contrast to the early morning’s outside moist warmth. Fingers are sliding on the fogged glass, tracing a name that she loves the most. Letters appear and forms a word, while the dew slips earthwards in a thin stream outside the glass.

Wrapped in a stark white towel she leans close over the window, after reading the name barely audible to herself in that silence. Her fingertips touches the glass again as her thoughts touches his, “Time is not to be captured, let it flow”.

He was sleeping there on the kingsize bed with white satin sheets and black blankets. His deep breathing along with a heavenly bliss on his face made the morning surreal to her. But now he has opened his eyes, and he looks at her. He covers him self deeper in the blankets, wrapping them closely around him, as he asks, “What are you doing there?”

She turns and smiles, looking at him. And he gazes back… with lots of unexplainable emotions.

The Perfect Frame.. To be captured in her Mind.

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1:30 am.
24th August 2005.
Her House.
Her Bedroom.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes to hear her say those words.

She repeats them with a smile, “I love you for spending my most important day of the year, with me.”

He opens his eyes to look up at the ceiling, as her arm around and over his waist tightens in a close hug. She pulls him close, with a content sigh.

She feels like teasing him more, as she turns to him and silently says, “Tell me something… ”

He turns to her, silent. waiting.

She finally asks, after a long silence.

“Do you love me?”

He replys after a long wait. Looking up at the ceiling, inquizitive.

“I dont know.”

She smiles, and hugs him closer.

The Perfect Frame. Again.