How do I feel when I am with you?
What do you do to make me feel this way?
At times, something.
Most of the times, nothing at all.
I just feel that way coz I love you and I can sense your love if not directly experience it at a given moment.
I just put my head on your shoulder and I forget all the worries and sorrows in the world.
Cuddled in your arms, I hear your heart beating against my palm, and time comes to a standstill.
I can’t stop smiling as I look at you coz I’m struck by the fact that I love you like crazy.
And I think of the way you look at me, and I know you love me too…
Isn’t it beautiful, this thing that we have?
So what if we fight? So what if there are times when we can’t bear each other? So what if we’ve often contemplated going our separate ways?
We’re still together… Still going strong… (Just like Shania Twain said…)
You have the power to make me feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet, and you can also make me feel stupid and helpless. I effortlessly label you a complete jerk, and my trust in you can help you move mountains.
If not love, what is it?
You get me flowers I love and gifts I don’t like, I give you chocolates you relish and gifts you don’t find stylish enough.
We’re both learning. We’re both growing. As individuals and a couple. And there’s tons more to come. A zillion more experiences in the wings, waiting for us to embrace them and come out stronger.
The simplest of things that I do with you become my most cherished moments. Something as routine as making tea to making love. The way you tease me and I poke fun at your mannerisms and habits. The funny things we say to each other in fights and tricky situations… It’s all so adorable.
I love you.
Will it last?
I think so.
Relations die. Love never does.
So what if you irritate me by acting silly? So what if I stress you by asking for more than you think you can do? So what if we want to pull out each others’ hair for crazy reasons?
We’re still together…
And I know we can live through this.
Isn’t that what love is all about?
True, things won’t be exciting all the time. There will be times when we think we’re better off alone.
But are we?
Not when I think of the beautiful memories you’ve given me.
(You’re definitely not, if you ask me. You’d wreck your life if you were allowed to do your own thing.)
I can visualize our perfect life together. Where you don’t drink every day, and I don’t have to nag about pending chores. Where you don’t feel lonely, and I don’t feel detached and forgotten. Where we both know that we’re meant to be. Happy and faithful. Together. Till death do us apart.
It won’t be easy. Nobody said it would be.
But together we’ll do just fine.
(And mend your ways before I flog you!)