How I imagined love was a boy holding a guitar or playing the drum and singing my favourite song but when I met love, he didn't have a guitar or drum, hell he didn't have any musical instrument. He did sing my favourite song but with his eyes.
Love, I thought, would have blue eyes. He doesn't. Love has the usual brown eyes but what made me fall in love is how his eyes light up when he talks about his interests so passionately.
I imagined love to be pretty but when I found love, it was messy. We fight and then laugh because we don't remember what are we fighting about.
I thought love would listen to rock and eat Chinese but love likes EDM and eats Indian.
Love is not just about making every day an adventure but finding adventure even in the simplest of things. So, love does that. He makes me laugh on the way to the grocery. He tries to scare me during a horror movie. He even narrates bedtime stories.
Love is very different than what I had imagined but few things remain just the same. Love is kind and caring. Love is sweet and soft. Love is fierce and obsessive. Love is unafraid and selfless. Love kisses my inner demons. Love holds me when I am too weak to stand. Love embraces me when I am falling apart.
Above all, love makes me happy.
On Valentine's day, when everyone was receiving a rose, I asked my mother when will I get a rose. She asked me to wait for that special rose patiently. And when I met love, he gave me that special red rose and it was so worth the wait.
"And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness."
Love, I thought, would have blue eyes. He doesn't. Love has the usual brown eyes but what made me fall in love is how his eyes light up when he talks about his interests so passionately.
I imagined love to be pretty but when I found love, it was messy. We fight and then laugh because we don't remember what are we fighting about.
I thought love would listen to rock and eat Chinese but love likes EDM and eats Indian.
Love is not just about making every day an adventure but finding adventure even in the simplest of things. So, love does that. He makes me laugh on the way to the grocery. He tries to scare me during a horror movie. He even narrates bedtime stories.
Love is very different than what I had imagined but few things remain just the same. Love is kind and caring. Love is sweet and soft. Love is fierce and obsessive. Love is unafraid and selfless. Love kisses my inner demons. Love holds me when I am too weak to stand. Love embraces me when I am falling apart.
Above all, love makes me happy.
On Valentine's day, when everyone was receiving a rose, I asked my mother when will I get a rose. She asked me to wait for that special rose patiently. And when I met love, he gave me that special red rose and it was so worth the wait.
"And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness."
Let me tell you something. Love doesn't heal your brokenness but love holds you when you are broken. Love reminds you that home is a feeling and you can run back to it no matter what.
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