Sometimes, destiny is too cruel with its intentions. Other times, Cupid takes a special interest in your story. Most of the times, love drifts away. And love takes away some trivial things from you, leaving behind gigantic imprints. Love for me is watching him from across the street, playing cricket with his younger cousins and losing a wicket willingly to make them happy. Love for me is praying for his safety and success at each crucial point of his life when he is hurdled close to confusion, grief and responsibilities. Love for me is smiling at his messy room and the unused guitar laying in a corner, just like the neatly tucked dreams of him that he stopped reaching out for. Love for me is never being able to love another face, another beard, another head with hair as soft as a baby's. Love for me is letting him have all the joy and happiness of my part. Love for me is to let him go because he deserves so much more than me. Love for me is sitting alone in my closed room and dabbing ointment on the wounds he left in my heart ; love for me is loving the scars which those wounds made. Love for me is another human being. Love for me is giving up twice my world for that one smile on his pious face.
// I have found a natural drug for all of my panic, anxiety and anger. It's his voice, it's him. And I dare you to find another who loves him like I do. //