She is committed to him, committed to him forever.
But he never believes
She said, ‘you are the man of my life’
He smiled, and ignored
May be she refused to kiss him thousand times
May be she was late
May be she has slept with others
Can all these stop her from searching him in her cushions, bed sheets, books and mails?
In her mornings, evenings, days and months she is searching
He says ‘one more week’