"But this is silly!", one part says. The other refuses and just stays. He stood there waiting for her to come. Was he nervous? He was, but firm. The tireless waves went back and fro. The entire world seemed to slow. Every minute was dragging to an hour. The one he waited for, wasn't even far. Circling the same place again, With tiring eyes closing a bit, He wished to be in a terrain Alone with her, longing a bit. The happy faces around him were Just a blur to him. Nothing more. The moon came after a mild delay. He still waited for her that day. In that blessed moment a hand Touched his shoulders, as he heard A short apology as fine music. Smiling, he started talking big.