Out of the blue, there was his text,

Like the good old days,

Happily greeting her,

Unaware of the torments she went through.

Pain and happiness, all came stumbling back,

Conflicts within her inner-self,

To reply or not to,

Conquered her ongoing days.

Wishing not to upset him,

She replied, though not much.

Wondering what was wrong with her,

He was upset of her new self.

Again it was he himself,

Who would initiate the talk.

Love bloomed another time,

With her, he wished to be.