Writers 
Let me walk you through the strings and cords of my diary.
It was at the very nightfall where waters dripped because the clouds were loose.
It was the walk of a duo, side by side with this gem whose smile and gentleness felt like the sight of the moon, yet beautiful with the gaze of an eternal rhythm, and I guess the angels can agree that she was pure in heart, as she kept being herself while her emotions kept clapping at every word she mumbled as we motioned our steps.
It was a journey that sojourned like that of a pilgrim with his queen on a journey to find love and hope in its secrecy.
A journey that left the kisses of waters at every step we made to find survival, believing we will get there regardless of the inconveniences that outweighed our arrival.
Even though our bodies were drenched as we shivered through the coldness that plagued us, our destination became enough to fight through the storm that raged.
So I am glad the experience was worth it because I was caught up with a maiden whose presence felt like the sunlight, and whose voice felt like a piece of peace that carries that calmness that tells a soul to be at peace.
@emd
