Our love is the silent look at each other amidst the roar of bombers, the tacit companionship on the way westward, and the most restrained touch when the war is raging.
He was good at calculating the trajectory of thousands of miles, but he could not calculate the closest distance to her; she warmed all the displaced people, but could not warm his rational and frozen heart.
Until the smoke cleared, no one knew about this grand secret love - only a brass ruler engraved with "Be careful not to lose" and two eternally misaligned souls remained.
