... to Her

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I want the feeling of telling someone all the secrets of my life, dynamically as they form, and not be judged, again.

I want the feeling of someone taking my side no matter what, whoever says whatever, I mean through any heck thing in the world, again.

And I want the feeling of that someone making me see why those people said what they did, again.

I want the feeling of being called by weird but adorable names, that don't mean much as such, again.

I want the feeling of someone working with me for my thing as passionately and committedly as if it's their own, time and again, again.

I want the feeling of someone helping me learn something really affectionately, again.

And I want the feeling of that someone having that same affection, while they explain me even for the eleventh time all over again, again.

I want the feeling of someone listening to me complain about stuff and people, with no prejudice, again.

And I want the feeling of someone making me see the deal through those people's eyes, again.

I want the feeling of committing a mistake, but not being tensed because of having someone who would figure out everything, again.

I want the feeling of having faith on someone blindly, again.

I want the feeling of being looked out for, even without my knowledge, again

I want the feeling of being cared and loved by someone being hysterically unconditioned, again.

I want to feel all this again.
I want to go back.

I want to be eight all over again.

I Want to Go Back...

I want the feeling of running up to someone after a heavy day and hugging them, again.

I want the feeling of being genuinely asked what happened in my day away from them, again.

And I want the feeling of going to and telling them everything that happened with all the enthu, again.

I want that feeling of being listened to patiently and passionately, again.

I want the feeling of waking someone up at one o'clock and tell them what woke me up and won't let me sleep again, again.

I want the feeling of someone's melodiously soothing lullaby, dropping on my ears as I'm half asleep then, again.

I want the feeling of sleeping on someone's arm feeling secure, warm and more comfy than the softest cushion, again.

And I want the feeling of hearing someone's voice, tender as a feather, waking me up from my unbreakable sleep, again.

I want the feeling of hugging someone tight with clenched fists and eyes and a rub on the back with a brush in the hair, again.

I want the feeling of someone's fingers in my hair, and the most comfortable lap under my head, again.

I want the feeling of being pampered for the most juvenile reasons, again.

I want the feeling of my teeth rubbing a bit with the fingers of someone, while they feed me, again.

I want the feeling of someone mistakingly saying or doing something that makes me sad once and nevermore, again.

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I Won't Leave When It's Hard, Coz We're Worth It

I won't leave when it's hard. And it will be one day, and I know that from today.

I want you to know it too, and not fear it, but face it.
It may be harder than diamonds, burning like sulphur and piercing like needles, but I won't kiss us off.

I'll do whatever it demands.
I'll fight myself, I'll even fight you if it demands.
I'll see off the limits to my patience, to an isolated island for hibernation, if it demands.
I'll thrust my hand inside my chest and wobble my soul, if it demands.
I'll do anything and everything it demands.

You wanna know why? Because it is and always will be worth not leaving. It's only us, that both create and know its worth.

And I want you to know, it is this fact that you will too, at worst, stand by the relationship, if not by me, that makes it more worth than it'll ever be hard.

Don't Name Them Arguments

I asked him, because my care for him got better of my resistance towards not intruding one's personal life, "Why do you argue with each other so much?"

Smiling, perhaps I portrayed myself prosaically naive as if I wasn't the first to ask him that, or did he understood what I stated formerly, he said, "We don't argue with each other, we do it for each other, for us. Moreover, don't name them arguments, they are just", he paused for a second and hunted for a positive word, I know because he often does this and not just with vocabulary, "discussions", he said relieving his tensed brows. "We discuss today, to see through, and solve our tomorrow" he explained.
"At times", he continued his explication, "they do warm a bit up, but then we don't stop our discussions by just fearing the toasty breezes of discomposure. And then, a lot of concord, pinkness, kisses and sweetness all the time decays the other half soul of any relationship, and hence imbalances it. Mistakes, fights, sulking and coaxing should also be given chance to exist in relationship."

I don't know why I had that, but with a tinge of embarrassment I had just let my lips apart for the first syllable to fall out explaining my gesture that, "Ya, I know", said he in a deep voice, tapping my shoulder.

So he did. I wasn't naive for him after all.

"I'll tell you something, but don't judge me", They Say.

To my folks who think before acting when with me, just because of the fear of being judged:

Don't think. Don't act. Just be you.

I've done the judging part long ago. And the fact that I'm still with you, still keen to hear what you gonna say, must be enough for you to understand that I've judged enough, and I would like to stay that way with you, for you.

And, "Yes it will, it's us after all" Said I.

"Everything will be alright" said the tone in her voice.

"Everything will be alright, right?" said the tears and her eyes.

Never Let Your Weakness for Others Overpower Your Love for Self

Gratitude should always be greater than attitude.

But the greatest should always be the love for self.

"Why are you so happy?", Said She.

How blue the world has turned, that today they ask me why am I this happy, than querying why was I not yesterday.

A Condition Free Friendship?

"Conditions are never to be given any room in friendship", I said.
Little did I ponder, that I was putting forth a condition myself.

Everyone is Unique

Everyone is beautiful.
But if everybody is in fact beautiful, then no one is beautiful.
If everyone is foolish, then no one is.
If everyone is rich, then no one is.

If this would have been true, the existence of such words, beautiful, foolish, rich itself, would have been seizen to exist. And so would their antipodes, ugly, skully, poor.
In such a world, it's just the datum, that just reflushes, but to understand this too, one needs to be someone who doesn't belong to the cliché flush.

Now I can't help but just muse, when they say, everyone is unique.