I Like You.
Right here, is the bare truth.
And I am done.
I am done acting like it’s okay when it’s not.
I am done talking to you, aching for you to understand me and you pretending like it’s just a normal conversation. I am done trying to pretend like it’s okay to let this go, even without trying.
Because you know what?
We’ve been so trapped in all these social mazes. Pathways that restrict you to talk about EXACTLY what’s going on inside you. These sly bastards of protocols just making you tweak the words, not look at someone you like too much, not let them know how much you feel, when you just want to do all of the above. And that too, a lot.
We’ve forgotten how utterly freeing honesty can be. When you just walk up to someone who vibes with your heart to tell them that, “Hey, I may not know you, but I want to. Because somehow my soul feels a little more welcome around you, a little more alive.
But we won’t. We don’t.
We’ll play chase.
We’ll go “You have to want me first for me to want you.” Or. “If you invest this much in me, I’ll invest equally.”
We stomp upon our hearts, we lie awake thinking why we feel this way, why we feel so much.
God, we are so afraid.
We are so afraid to get hurt. We are so afraid of pain.
And that’s exactly why we push away from anything that kicks us off our comfort.
We want to fall in love but we don’t want to give it all.
We want to kiss till 4 a.m. but don’t want to bare our hearts.
We want to look into each other’s eyes but not embrace the demons and fears lurking in their depths.
Ah, but what if I want to just come to you and tell you that I love you?
That I don’t give two fucks about these idiotic rules.
That on a planet with feeling beings, trying not to feel is just so wasted.
That I’d like to give us a chance. A fair chance.
And I don’t mean half-hearted promises. I mean the kind of words that are followed by actions to cement them into time and space.
So would you?
Would you allow me in,
Even though you’re watching me from HEAVEN, I’ll tell you something.
I think about you constantly.
I wonder what life would be like if you were still here. I imagine all of the things you’d say. I imagine all of the different adventures we would have gone on.
I wonder who I would be if you were here. I wonder what we would all be like. I think about all of the different ways things would’ve turned out with you in our lives.
I miss you all the time. I miss you so much that my heart hurts. My heart literally clenches tightly when I think of you, as though it’s trying to hold itself together while my thoughts try and tear it apart.
Time is supposed to heal all wounds but, it seems as though time just provided me with a band-aid that gets old and falls off more often than not.
I know you’d hate it, but I still cry for you. I still sit up at night and wish that you were here. I still talk to you and ask you for advice.
I can’t help but want you here. Life has moved on but my heart and emotions haven’t. I can’t move on.
I have your picture everywhere. I think it’s because I’m afraid that one day I’ll forget your face.
God… I hope that never happens.
I don’t remember your voice anymore. I remember things you said, but it’s been so long that your voice has faded from memory.
I refuse to let you fade completely.
I won’t do that to myself. You are the memory that I cling to when things get bad. You are the hope I hold onto when things get dark.
I need you, and your memory is all I have left. So, I’ll keep it alive for you.
I will carry you in my heart wherever I go in life. I will petition God to have you as my guardian angel if that’s what it takes to keep you with me.
I know that you are up there watching me. I know you look down and keep guard over me.
I can only hope that I’m making you proud. I can only hope that I’m what you imagined I’d be in life. I can only hope that you’re smiling at me and not up there shaking your head.
I won’t hope that you miss me as much as I miss you, because missing you is painful. Missing someone is too painful for Heaven to allow inside its gates. It’s too painful for me to wish on anyone, especially you.
I love you.
And I miss you more than you’ll ever realise.
I haven’t written to you since we returned back from our trip. I was busy with all the photographs, and of course, you look lovely in them. I’ll show them to you sometime.
Do you remember how we used to talk about saving money and travelling the world? The fulfilment of this dream of ours seems surreal to me. I still remember the twinkle in your eye and the smile playing at the edges of your lips when you used to make a list of all the places you wanted to visit. Now that most of the places from the list have been ticked off, don’t you feel a sense of peacefulness seep through your being?
I just have one problem. I can’t seem to remember the sound of your laughter, but I can never forget the effect your laughter had on me. I can’t remember the texture of your skin, but I remember that it was the softest thing my fingers had ever come in contact with. I can’t remember quite a few things about you, but I can never forget to love you all the same.
Death snatched you from me, but it couldn’t snatch the feelings associated with you. Carrying your photo in my backpack and travelling the world has become something which keeps me alive.
Maybe it’s the idea of making your dreams come true which makes me look forward to my tomorrow. Maybe I’m living to somehow keep you alive.
But whatever it is, I’m okay with everything.
I know that this letter will be confined to a few pages of my diary, but I believe that you can never get rid of your habit of sneaking a peek into my diary every now and then.
So, love, I’ll wait for you to peek into my diary again. I’ll wait for you to read whatever I write to you. I’ll wait for you to know that I’ll always love you. I’ll keep travelling with you to make your dreams come to life.
After all, we are two travellers who are bound to each other by their dreams – your dream of travelling the world, and my dream of travelling with you.
With love and with a ticket to our next destination,
The present letter has been used as a reply to the letter in my previous post My Story…
Hello Everyone, this is another excerpt from my book which is undergoing the process of being completed halfway… So as usual if you like the post don’t forget to like, comment and share..!!😉😉😊😊
Sometimes in life you find someone so special that you always find the best of all feelings in the world with them. Here is a real life excerpt that reminds us that True Love can only be forgotten but can’t die.
She was the one who gave me a reason to smile. She made me feel the most eternal thing called love. I never believed love to be true but the day when I closed my eyes and saw her smile, I realized that I was in love with her. I still remember the day when I first saw her . The unforgettable instant that a soul, clinging on to the purest memory of its previous life, longs for(THE MOMENT WHEN SHE ENTERS HIS LIFE). Her smile was the most precious gift to me and thus I never left a single chance to make her smile. Slowly we both felt the same thing & got to the same conclusion that our love was true.I always used to tell her,”I’m gonna love you for the rest of my life.” And in reply she’d say,”Just love till the end of mine.” One day I asked her,”Tell me one reason that you love me.” And she used to reply,”If I would have a reason to love you then my love would not be true because love doesn’t come with any reason.” And when she says that I could find that reason in her eyes. But then one day all of a sudden she just disappeared without intimating about anything. I became restless and worried. I was helpless to do anything but just wait for her. I kept waiting and waiting, with a hope to see her smile again. And then one day I received a letter from her and I got my breath back instantly. But I never gathered the strength to read that letter even for the second time….
Today I would try to write below her words in that letter:
I want you to remain calm when you read this. And if possible, be calm afterwards too. I am writing this letter to tell you something important. I am leaving my home. It’s been a long time I saw you, but still it seems like you are close to me always. I know I have hurt you, but I will not feel sorry for that because I am ready to accept your punishment. Sweetheart, I need to tell you something very important today.
I am very lucky that I met you. You were the only one who made me know what love means; how it feels. People struggle for their whole life, but they don’t find their true love. Me? I am very lucky in this matter. The days we spent smiling at each other were the most beautiful days of my life.
I wanted to tell you that I am not well. You were the one who had first noticed my cough. You had immediately taken me to the hospital for check-up. There we came to know it was an allergy. Later on I became weaker and weaker. After some more tests, It’s “Throat Carcinoma” the oncologist had said. Throat Cancer. We didn’t know how. You knew I don’t smoke. But still sometimes it happens to non-smokers too. And God’s plan was to make me one of them.
The funny thing is that despite of many things that happened in your life at various stages, you were with me all the time. I made mistakes. I held so much back from you and yet you cared for me. I know you wanted more of my caring too, but I’m sorry I was unable to give it to you. Well, the first time I didn’t think you were a right person. And the second time, well I did but have no time.
I still remember your night cuddles when I used to place my head on your lap- My TALL, SHADY, PILLOW TREE. I still remember your first Spider-Man type KISS. Both our faces upside-down to each other. I will miss the movies we watched at my home when no-one was present there. I will miss the late night SMS chatting. I will miss being your GIRL, who disturbed you in your dreams or I can say who loved you in your dreams too.
I will misss your cuddles. I will miss our walk in campus holding each other’s hands. I will miss studying together and then going for a long drive on my access. I will miss eating burger with you. I will miss playing footsie in the library with you. I will miss the glances we stole in the sessions. I will misss my bad performances and the tears afterwards that you wiped. I will misss how you made me laugh. I will miss how you played with the twirls of my hair. I will misss how you watched me putting the eye-liner. I will miss how you zipped me up in my blanket when I was all cold and shivering. And yeah the best of all I will miss the lip lock kiss I used to give you which you felt was like warm honey when you came home after being worked up at job.
I’m not the one for details. Suffice to say; yesterday the oncologist said I have little over two weeks left. The last day is supposed to be horrible. I would like skip the gory parts. But now trust me you don’t want to know further. You have something meaningful going on in your life. Your aim and goal both are wonderful. And if your secret thing works, what I think is it will, you will be able to make it even better. And if that happens I won’t be there to disturb or divert your attention anymore. I have seen your love. Now I don’t want to see your pity. I am a pretty, sexy crossword girl. That is how I want to stay in your mind forever. Your pretty, sexy crossword girl.
Meanwhile in what little time I have, I plan to travel everywhere I can. In the last two days I will find a corner for myself in this India where I don’t bother anyone. Then I will go. You know what? On my last day, I will think only about you.
A good thing has come of my decision to leave here. I feel free enough to tell you everything. I don’t have to hold back or say the right thing anymore. For instance, it isn’t just you who had a sleepless night at my place. I never slept either. I thought of how hard it was going to be to leave you. Funny, I’ve never felt that way about leaving the world. But leaving you, yes that was difficult.
Dear, wherever I may go, my love will come to you one day, but you have to make a last promise that till then you will not lose your hope. I made a promise to you that my love will always be there for you till the end and after, so my love will return back to you to keep my promise. You are a very brave boy. I know you will keep my words. I wrote this letter, and asked my mother to post it if I die. Today, if you are reading this letter, it means that I’m no more in this world. But it doesn’t mean that our love came to an end. My love will return back to you and, till then, you can’t be weak.
I want to end this letter by saying something I wanted to say to at least someone in lifetime. Though both of us have told this thing to each other a thousand times. Still. So here, goes:
I love you. I absolutely, completely love you. And will do so to my last day. Bye. Take care.
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P.S.: The real names aren’t published for privacy purposes…. 🙂 🙂
WARNING : CONTAINS ADULT THEMES..!! SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK…
We met on the bridge on a moonlit night,
The stars in the sky shining so bright.
I stood alone, I was all on my own,
And then you came, what a wondrous sight.
Such beauty in your features so divine,
Never had I seen a woman so fine.
You walked up to me, to my ecstasy,
As I wondered how to make you mine.
The words we spoke I don’t recall at all,
But I know I made you laugh and smile.
Then we shared a kiss, and oh! such sweet bliss,
As my mind you began to enthral.
I held you close in my arms, our lips pressed
Tight together, heart pounding in my chest.
Through the kiss I smiled, driving me wild,
Every inch of your body I caressed.
As our lips remained locked, our tongues entwined,
Your hands moved down to desperately find,
My rigid shaft. And tightly you grasped
As on me your crotch you began to grind.
My hands seemed to have a life of their own,
Pulling at your clothes as you freed my bone.
And deeper we kissed, as slowly I pressed
Into your wet opening; together we moaned.
Harder and deeper and faster I pushed,
Giving you more of me with every thrust.
I quickened my pace, tightened our embrace,
Not holding back, overcome with pure lust.
I could feel the pressure in me growing,
But I had no intention of slowing,
As you screamed for more. I couldn’t ignore
Your pleas as your juices started flowing.
No longer now could I control the urge
Your climax pushing me over the edge
And right as I came, you cried out my name,
As I filled you there on that bridge.
Mouths parted now, you gave me a peck,
Just a soft kiss on my collar then neck.
Then your teeth sank in, piercing my skin
And thirstily you began to suck.
And with that final kiss from you, all changed,
As my blood and my life you drank and drained.
And so faded the light, I became one with the night.
I am your thrall now, my heart is yours, enslaved.
And as quickly as you enslaved me,
You cut loose my bonds and set me free.
I was left alone, again on my own;
Thinking of what will never come to be.
So thank you for that beautiful dream;
For that’s all it ever was, it seems.
I know I will miss, the taste of your kiss;
A memory to which I’ll always cling.
DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK IS A PIECE OF IMAGINATION..!!😁😁
When God created woman he was working late on the 6th day…
An angel came by and asked.” Why spend so much time on her?”
The lord answered. “Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her?”
She must function on all kinds of situations,
She must be able to embrace several kids at the same time,
Have a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart,
She must do all this with only two hands,”
She cures herself when sick and can work 18 hours a day”.
THE ANGEL was impressed” Just two hands…..impossible!
And this is the standard model?”
The Angel came closer and touched the woman”
“But you have made her so soft, Lord”.
“She is soft”, said the Lord,
“But I have made her strong. You can’t imagine what she can endure and overcome”.
“Can she think?” The Angel asked…
The Lord answered. “Not only can she think, she can reason and negotiate”.
The Angel touched her cheeks….
“Lord, it seems this creation is leaking! You have put too many burdens on her”
“She is not leaking…it is a tear” The Lord corrected the Angel…
“What’s it for?” Asked the Angel….. .
The Lord said. “Tears are her way of expressing her grief, her doubts, her love, her loneliness, her suffering and her pride.”…
This made a big impression on the Angel,
“Lord, you are a genius. You thought of everything.
A woman is indeed marvellous”.
Lord said.”Indeed she is.
She has strength that amazes a man.
She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens.
She holds happiness, love and opinions.
She smiles when she feels like screaming.
She sings when she feels like crying, cries when happy and laughs when afraid.
She fights for what she believes in.
Her love is unconditional.
Her heart is broken when a next-of-kin or a friend dies but she finds strength to get on with life”
The Angel asked: So she is a perfect being?
The lord replied: No. She has just one drawback
“She often forgets what she is worth”.
W O M A N:
● changes her name.
● changes her home.
● leaves her family.
● moves in with you.
● builds a home with you.
● gets pregnant for you.
● pregnancy changes her body.
● she gets fat.
● almost gives up in the labour room due to the unbearable pain of child birth..
● even the kids she delivers bear your name..
Till the day she dies.. everything she does… cooking, cleaning your house, taking care of your parents, bringing up your children, earning, advising you, ensuring you can be relaxed, maintaining all family relations, everything that benefit you.. sometimes at the cost of her own health, hobbies and beauty.
So who is really doing whom a favour?
Dear men, appreciate the women in your lives always, because it is not easy to be a woman.
*Being a woman is priceless*
Share this with every woman in you know to make her feel proud of herself.
Rock the world ladies!
A salute to ladies!
W – WONDERFUL MOTHER.
O – OUTSTANDING FRIEND.
M – MARVELLOUS DAUGHTER.
A – ADORABLE SISTER.
N – NICEST GIFT TO MEN FROM GOD.
I respect women.
You should too!!
Women are to be respected, not something or someone for your pleasure time passage….
NOTE: On this International Women’s Day, This Post is Published To Pay Tribute To All Women, to give them the Respect and Love they deserve and A Voice Raiser Against All Vices Being Committed Against Women…..
There was this time when my teenage self found the idea of love quite fascinating. Curiousity took over my senses and I let love take over my heart.
I fell in love with people. Well, not exactly people; I fell in love with faces and ideas.
I loved, I dreamt, I got my heart broken and I picked up the pieces and readied myself for another such cycle.
But naíve as I was, I failed to realise that the more times my heart broke, the more my trust in myself wavered.
Gradually, I began hating and pitying the person who looked back at me from inside the mirror.
As I grew up, I learnt to keep my feelings reserved. I grew and my wounds healed.
I spent more time thinking about myself than thinking about what others think about me.
And thus, I slowly began falling in love with the person who looked back at me from inside the mirror.
That was when I realised that the more I loved and respected myself, the more I found myself looking for someone who actually deserved to be loved by me, rather than giving my heart away to any random stranger who happened to throw a smile at me.
After all, I wasn’t a beggar expecting people to throw coppers in my bowl. I was a human who expected to be loved the way I loved someone.
And that was when I learnt the mechanism of love.
It’s quite simple, really.
Love doesn’t start with other people. It starts with the one you see in the mirror.
This post was first uploaded on The Pradita Chronicles by me as a guest post. (You should definitely check out her blog. She’s just an awesome Writer.) And so today I decided to share it on my original blog as well… Hope you all like it! Much love and regards😊❤