Rumi and she have known each other for a while now. Her first encounter with this mystic being happened when she was very young and knew nothing about urdu poetry. An extraordinary poet who spoke of love and friendship like no other, of myths and happiness like no other.
 Recently, she has stumbled upon a book by this mystic and now she is relishing in her own myths, deciphering her own happiness, knowing that someone else has walked a similar path away from the world, closer to the wonderment called I...

truly dear Rumi, what i was seeking has been seeking me...
Thank you for reassuring :)

"I want to see you. Know your voice.
Recognise you when you, first come 'round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come, into a room you've just left.
Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way , you purse your lips
then let them part, just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space and kiss you.
I want to know the joy of how you whisper more"

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