I was too young to know what love is, when I first met you. But of all decisions I ever made, falling for you head over heals is my favorite. At the age of thirteen, when kids have trouble deciding the flavor of their lollipop, I chose you! And today when I look back, I am dazzled.
I somehow knew that you are the one. I knew that being with you would make me feel complete. I knew that I just can’t afford to let you slip off my hands. I was just a kid – a kid who took a life changing decision and never regretted it – and it’s the only fact which gives me goosebumps.
Eight years of togetherness is beautiful, but is also a lot to remember. But in every detail I remember from my life, I encounter you. I remember a couple of moments of us. We used to chat and giggle in our classroom or beat up each other. Our eyes used to randomly collide just to exchange a short ‘I love you’ between the lecture and then get apart with a smile. What all I recall proficiently are those eyes. Other details are just a blur. Sometimes we fought and met each other will teary swollen eyes and then a simple touch of hand; here goes down the glacier!
Your slightest glimpse still gives me those butterflies. Yes! even after silly six years of this love and notorious nine years of this friendship, I am confined to silence when I see you. I’m twenty-one now and I still don’t actually know what love is. But what I feel for you, I know that!
It’s a thing I could never feel for anyone. People came and went but this exact feeling never replicated. It’s more than love. It’s compassion, empathy, friendship, partnership and what not. I fail everytime I want to tell you how much I love you. Maybe that’s why I am so bad at love letters. I may be a little bit of writer, but nobody in this world can sum up these eight years in a piece of paper.
Everything I may write would need a little pomp and show but what we share between us, it’s far from a title or a tag. It’s pure and naked.