The twins..

It did not matter if they were separated by a thousand miles. They could sense when the other needed someone around. After all they were twins and their love was not defined by distances. Tying them together were bonds very few could comprehend, let alone understand.

She loved him for what he wasn’t. He wasn’t like the others who thought of her as someone who needed to left alone. He loved her for reasons not many understood. Not many could fathom how. But they saw in each other what no one else could. They saw refuge. They saw understanding. They saw acceptance.

He needed to be loved and always needed that love to be conveyed. Insecure some would say. But no one figured out that it was just his heart - and its love. She did. She recognized love when she saw it. Love for those he really cared for. And she dint ever allow that to get to him. She loved him all along.

She had fought a long battle. One with herself. One of realization and acceptance of who she was. She had shied away from her self for far too long. And he knew she needed to win that one on her own. Victory meant that she never would have to look over her shoulder and think – “did I make the biggest mistake of my life?” each time. She needed to sound the bugles of victory over herself soon.

She always wanted him to make that leap from being brave to being strong. He had a chink in his armour. His problems were somehow always his own. He dint talk about them. He did not share. And when he did, it meant that he was too tired to fight any more.

She always wanted him to be happy because she always felt that he deserved it. He could never bear the sight of tears in her eyes. He felt helpless to see her cry. Especially when he was not around.

Now she had the shores of where he wanted her to be in her sight. He was taking small leaps up the hill. It wasn’t very far off. They would meet soon. He would let her weep away her pains one last time while he shared some of his new found strength with her.