Sometimes pretty, sometimes way too hot! Sometimes cute, sometimes just the way she is. Mostly I want her bad. Occasionally she likes to dress up as an aunty. Some days I just want to hold hands with her and sip on alcohol till tranquility sets in, sitting beside our favorite lake with our heads resting on each other, assuring our dependency, completing the impeccable picture I sometimes dreamt of. Some days we want to get all adventurous, on some days stay indoors and stay cozy. Most nights I just want lay down and listen to her talk till dreamland arrives. Some days we...she likes to fight! Some days I want to give her all my affection, on some days I would like to cook for her. Rare days I would like to click her and hope for another masterpiece, some days I want to wrap my arms around her, kiss and smile at her. MOST days we struggle to find us a corner away from the world and the people. Sometimes I hope for a new start with her parents! Whenever possible I would like to share happy news with her. Sometimes we like to wrestle! ALWAYS I want to lift and throw her on my bed. I can’t forget her hand fidgeting with my neck when I am driving.
I walk towards this girl, she is brimming with shopping bags of every colour, it’s hard to break that eye contact from her in a crowded mall even from a distance. Every now and then I like to realize and tell her how hot she looks, today I would like to blog her down. Each day I find myself fortunate enough as she understands my opinion, on ALL days it is relieve to date someone so insightful. Sometime I would like to choreograph funny family dance performances with her, each day I love that fitness is our agenda, I really wish we could work out together! Every morning I’d love to hear her voice wake me up also a reassurance that the love never stopped flowing; the late night conversation till the morning. Sometimes I wonder how with such ease and a smile you would simply forgive. Sometimes I miss feeding her food apne haat se, maybe feed her schezwan frankies each day just to see her grow fat.
Some days I like her drunk, some days I want to give her that tight, squeezing, breath strangling hug. Sometimes I miss getting drunk while she sits and hugs me from behind. It shall always be worth looking up this blog and cherishing her hushed personality, to the way she is and especially to the way we are together. Oh boy! It sometimes seems as if…
I have been hijacked by love.
