I want you to know that I wish you to be my
everything. I know the moment I would express this wish of mine the prudent
people out there, the lot that are hardened by the realities of life would come
charging at me. “Oh no, you can’t make a person your everything. You
shouldn’t.” I know that. At least a part of me does. The part that too has
faced the reality, the harshest ones. But somehow I am yet to be a hardcore,
cynical person. I wonder if I could ever be. There is a type of people who are
always stupid enough to keep their soft edge protected like sacred monument.
And I know I would stop being whatever I am the day I would lose that soft
edge. So the mellow, not-so-prudent, dreamer little girl in me wants you to be
my everything. The one I would see the world with. The one I would share my
nonsensical thoughts with. The one who would make my toes curl. The one who would
admonish me when I am being unreasonable and bad. The one that would always be
the first and the most ardent one to read my blog. And above all, the one who would love me in the times when I don't know how to love myself. Years later, when we are
both ancient and wrinkled, some kid would ask us how it all had started and I
would look at you and go crimson as if it was only yesterday I walked up to you
stumbling and you gave me that awkward first hug.
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