In a particular corner of the narrow balcony, gracefully fenced with elaborate wrought-iron grill, I sit every eventide, sharing a talk or two with you, telling you my secrets and listening to yours, thankfully connected by modern gadgetry. The cool evening breeze tosses your words around me, wrapping me blissfully in the envelope of your proximity. At times, it is so real, your presence, at times, merely a deceptive mirage, vaporous like gossamer. Someday, in that particular corner, I will sit right next to you, and feel the fragrance of your breath in the evening zephyr. Till then, my love. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100 words: Secret