She’s Home

Give me your heart, beloved.
Give me your hand, my true friend.

With each passing दिन I grow और fond;

With each passing day, our small portion of प्यार takes its place in the truth of time. 

With the years that we have been given,

Let us grow deeply into life so that we may प्यार all the more.
-anon-


It was late afternoon, the sun on its way down. Fairly quiet द्वारा the usual late summer’s दिन standards.

This was the nearest strip of समुद्र तट they could get away to. She just wanted to go somewhere far and quiet, but still near enough DC that they could drive back in a few hours...