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If forever does really exist, I really want to see it along with him.

It has been 6 months. HALF A YEAR! More than enough for me to know that life with him, is the life I wished for. Craved for. Need of.

I wonder how quickly "Him? Never!" turned into "Yes, him. I need him forever.", but maybe playing with the nevers and forevers is what it took to be together. 

Like, he smiles like I were an art to look at. He talks like an author who wrote romance and I am his muse. He holds me like I am his to treasure (I am). He loves like an emotion rather than just a thing to do.

Every small dream somehow ends up happening. Every kiss reaches the soul. Every heartbeat I listen to, feels like it was perfectly musically noted. Every second feels like longing for years when he isn't there.

Maybe the 'love' I craved for was not meant to come before, because how could he not be the one, my one. He is the one.

God, how much I irritate him, more like, I try to. With drama, taunts, mood swings and all but somehow all of them just end up with him smiling ever so beautifully with his eyes shining and him telling me how I look great while I am angry.

Maybe with my thousands of 'what if' question (and many more trillions to come), or with my very necessary habit of adding poetry and perspective in every bit or my daily dose of overthinking or many more great things I do, all conversations end up in him telling me how much he loves me. And I never would fangirl enough over those little confessions which share parts of him that he brings out just for me.

But you know, I love him, in the most 'puppy love' way, in the most 'my heart is racing because we are going to hold hands' way, in the most 'fuck, I love him' way.

Throughout the time I had spent convincing myself that I didn't love him, he made me fall in love more. And he is making me, more and more, infinity and beyond. May it be with his lame joke (I love them though) or may it be with the sweetness or may it be something else, I love all of him.

For all, I want to imprint the way he hugs me into my soul, so that this missing and longing for him lessens. But for none, I even love the thrill to wait and yearn even for a glance.

So, at last a wish stays to last for ever. 

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And a statement stays that we will.




Thank you so much
For giving this your precious time
Stay tuned for more!
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