The evening was at its beauty. The skies adored in shades of pink and orange. She, at her door, waited for him, as he was the only one she had desired since eternity. She was the cloud who waited to meet her rainbow. He, on the other hand, was the sun, which waited for the night to end, to shine, to eagerly meet its earth. They were away, miles away from each other, yet they were in front of each of each other’s eyes through their memories, through their heart beats. Blossomed in the spring together, yet they were two universes, waiting to be One.