Somewhere We Find Stranger that Feels Like us
- December 05, 2020
- By Faizan Ali
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I love chocolates.
I love Paris.I love you!
You see, I love it so much. I love things, places, and people. A very common phrase used by me to express how I feel about everything and everyone, dear to me, is 'I love'.
But I am yet to meet a person whose mere 'I love you' won't be enough for me, or for that matter mine for him.
I am yet to meet a person with whom my definition of love would have a deeper meaning than the world could ever know.
I am yet to meet a person who'll mean more to me than just those three constant words.
I am yet to meet him, to whom I won't love, but, 'I'll fall in love with'.
And hence this open letter,
not to the love of my life, but
to the man of my dreams -
I was always a hopeless romantic, believing in fairy tales of pink and blue, and I got a beautiful one, I feel lucky, so should you.
You've nurtured me ever since we got together, talking me into your future plans, a trick as smooth as a chat about the weather.
I know I bloom every season for you cherish me well, my words, my poetry sprout through my soul, as if under your dizzy spell.
You support me, you make me into a better woman, I shoulder you and your fears, to build an 'us' in my bosom.
I feel too deeply, something I could never change, you tell me it's okay, it makes me who I am, splendid but not strange.
You're tired of my love letters, to you and our future kids, but I know you secretly love reading them, so those are just forgiven bids.
I have you until the end, your mind, body, and soul, as equals we walk ahead through life, a warm and bumpy, leisurely stroll.
We create our own love, fall in together, for that's my ultimate goal, you'll have me until forever, my heart and my whole.
I am yet to meet a person who'll mean more to me than just those three constant words.
I am yet to meet him, to whom I won't love, but, 'I'll fall in love with'.
And hence this open letter,
not to the love of my life, but
to the man of my dreams -
I was always a hopeless romantic, believing in fairy tales of pink and blue, and I got a beautiful one, I feel lucky, so should you.
You've nurtured me ever since we got together, talking me into your future plans, a trick as smooth as a chat about the weather.
I know I bloom every season for you cherish me well, my words, my poetry sprout through my soul, as if under your dizzy spell.
You support me, you make me into a better woman, I shoulder you and your fears, to build an 'us' in my bosom.
I feel too deeply, something I could never change, you tell me it's okay, it makes me who I am, splendid but not strange.
You're tired of my love letters, to you and our future kids, but I know you secretly love reading them, so those are just forgiven bids.
I have you until the end, your mind, body, and soul, as equals we walk ahead through life, a warm and bumpy, leisurely stroll.
We create our own love, fall in together, for that's my ultimate goal, you'll have me until forever, my heart and my whole.
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