Serendipity

It was as if time had stopped moving. A sense of touch, so overwhelming and so consuming, when it was finally over, he was left speechless, in heart and in soul. He felt as if he had lived a life, but with a tinge of sadness. There was a sense of touch, the sense of feeling her, in soul, there was a sense of reliving the moments that were the ne plus ultra of joy, he had ever known. And has he moved his fingers, just so delicately over the small, very tiny bottle of cologne, his face had lit up with a smile that hinted at the knowledge of the profound meaning of love, true love. He had accidentally discovered the bottle, which was given to him by the girl he loved, unconditionally and truly, after almost 10 years. He had lost it, till today but had never forgotten about it. The cologne, though manly, always reminded him of her, her touch, her soft skin, her odour. And after so many years, all the memories, all the feelings had returned back to engulf him in the sea of emotions. He embraced the moments with tenderness of soul that should not have been reserved for it, without any guilt perhaps because he knew he could love only one in this lifetime, and he had already done so. He could have denied but he knew it would not have been the truth and the truth like the moment would come back again, to snuggle him, perhaps even to haunt him.