"You call me lazy, khud ko dekha hai tumne?". She played with my hair, as i laid on her lap, all sleepy and dreamy. This day was yesterday far. Meeting her is just future close. But right now?Presently? I'm just lost. Tumbling through space and time, reliving each and every one of our meets, waiting for the day I get to sleep on her lap yet again. Dream yet again. Why is that? Because it's like dreaming within a dream.
The one thing I've realized, over the little time I've spent on this tiny little speck in the universe, is that falling in love isn't so bad. Of course it can hurt. It really does. But you know, like the music, the best part comes after the drop. You just gotta find the right melody. And trust me, this one melody has been making me dance, carefree of the world, for a while now. The content of her existence herself is love for me. I remember the first date we went on. That gentle and graceful evening; where my heart laid out on the streets of Hauz Khas and my mind completely dazzled by the smell of your perfume, when we kissed. It was like we collided like two meteors. And how beautiful it was. The way you shook my universe, with each breath, as we kissed. As you made way for new things to come inside my universe. Your universe. Our universe. The way you looked at me in that brown light as I softly caressed your waist and kissed your shoulders was the moment I understood, that this time? The end of the winter was going to be the fall of the frail leaves but at the same time the rising of a wildfire of feelings.
She's been this person who believes that if the stars are too far-fetched and unattainable, she'll just go after the city lights and fireflies. Because she knows how to reach for the light somehow. She's the breezy maze of sunflowers. My vacation by the beach. My lake by the cherry blossoms in Hokkaido. My candlelight dinner and it's scent. And trust me, I'm going to make sure you feel the love with every wax-drip of the candle that sits on your body, 'cause passion burns hard.
I can't promise you much, but I can promise you. that we'll hold on to what we have. Until it's ripped from our hands. Like the pages from a novel. And then let's pretend, even though the world is against us, that the world is still ours. Because even if the mountains collapse and the rivers run dry, I will always get lost with you.
Period.
The one thing I've realized, over the little time I've spent on this tiny little speck in the universe, is that falling in love isn't so bad. Of course it can hurt. It really does. But you know, like the music, the best part comes after the drop. You just gotta find the right melody. And trust me, this one melody has been making me dance, carefree of the world, for a while now. The content of her existence herself is love for me. I remember the first date we went on. That gentle and graceful evening; where my heart laid out on the streets of Hauz Khas and my mind completely dazzled by the smell of your perfume, when we kissed. It was like we collided like two meteors. And how beautiful it was. The way you shook my universe, with each breath, as we kissed. As you made way for new things to come inside my universe. Your universe. Our universe. The way you looked at me in that brown light as I softly caressed your waist and kissed your shoulders was the moment I understood, that this time? The end of the winter was going to be the fall of the frail leaves but at the same time the rising of a wildfire of feelings.
She's been this person who believes that if the stars are too far-fetched and unattainable, she'll just go after the city lights and fireflies. Because she knows how to reach for the light somehow. She's the breezy maze of sunflowers. My vacation by the beach. My lake by the cherry blossoms in Hokkaido. My candlelight dinner and it's scent. And trust me, I'm going to make sure you feel the love with every wax-drip of the candle that sits on your body, 'cause passion burns hard.
I can't promise you much, but I can promise you. that we'll hold on to what we have. Until it's ripped from our hands. Like the pages from a novel. And then let's pretend, even though the world is against us, that the world is still ours. Because even if the mountains collapse and the rivers run dry, I will always get lost with you.
Period.
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