Why do you love me?
He asked me, "Why do you love me?" I looked at his face which resembled a puzzle with its pieces jumbled. I replied in a tone which wasn't quite confident in its entirety, "Do you really want me to answer that?" I answered his question with a question of my own, making the conversation inconclusive. He snapped at me with that sassy attitude which is the one thing that makes us so different, yet his eyes had a mischievous glint in them and his lips were dying to take form of a full fledged smirk, "You don't have any reasons to love me do you?" I laughed at his childlike disposition, his idea of invoking amusement which was a twin of my own idea of an attempt, to annoy me, gone in vain. "Well, I do have a couple of reasons ..", I poured the cliffhanger statement out which had an effect on him similar to that of water on a thirsty orchid, on a June day. "Blabber them out then, love."
I took a deep breath and let my mind wander into the places we've been together, the places which were so beautiful that defied the reality and the limitations of this Universe, which is nothing when compared to the Cosmos which we created by ornamenting each others existence with the allure of each others presence.
"Okay, so I love you because you complete me. You are the Maple syrup to my pancake. You make me a better version of myself which makes me realize that there is so much to being alive and that too to be alive with compassion. I can never ever forgive myself for not being as passionate as you are, looking for signs of life in all things dead. Making everything come alive with your zeal to prevent life from falling into the hands of dullness. You breathe with purpose, you know what meaning you are in the process of giving to your extant. When it comes to your appearance, I will not say that you are the young Brad Pitt who is known for ruling hearts but all your features posses a charm of their own. I would like to start with your eyes, those beautiful hazel brown eyes, when I look into them, I experience the pleasures of eating the almond chocolate you always gift me on my birthday. Your hair is the best thing that can happen to a bunch of dead cells, they always are willing to do a thing of their own and that is a feast to my favorite habit of running my hands through them, that soft luscious dark grass, making them even messier but merrier. I see in you, a part of myself, you have turned into me but I've turned a lot more into you. We have extracted so much from each other that this journey now feels more of a deal of mutuality. To end this with, I would like to point out that you eat just as much as I do, making me love you 3000 times more."
He looked at me dumbfounded, maybe he wasn't expecting the orator in me to come alive or maybe he was expecting to get a response which was as random in nature as his spontaneous go at interrogation. After a moment or two, he smiled, not just the petite smile which is born out of his Fifa victories or his Pizza contentment, it gradually showed all his teeth, reaching his eyes and finally inviting his dimples, it meant that he was happy, truly happy. That smile meant the world to me.
I took a deep breath and let my mind wander into the places we've been together, the places which were so beautiful that defied the reality and the limitations of this Universe, which is nothing when compared to the Cosmos which we created by ornamenting each others existence with the allure of each others presence.
"Okay, so I love you because you complete me. You are the Maple syrup to my pancake. You make me a better version of myself which makes me realize that there is so much to being alive and that too to be alive with compassion. I can never ever forgive myself for not being as passionate as you are, looking for signs of life in all things dead. Making everything come alive with your zeal to prevent life from falling into the hands of dullness. You breathe with purpose, you know what meaning you are in the process of giving to your extant. When it comes to your appearance, I will not say that you are the young Brad Pitt who is known for ruling hearts but all your features posses a charm of their own. I would like to start with your eyes, those beautiful hazel brown eyes, when I look into them, I experience the pleasures of eating the almond chocolate you always gift me on my birthday. Your hair is the best thing that can happen to a bunch of dead cells, they always are willing to do a thing of their own and that is a feast to my favorite habit of running my hands through them, that soft luscious dark grass, making them even messier but merrier. I see in you, a part of myself, you have turned into me but I've turned a lot more into you. We have extracted so much from each other that this journey now feels more of a deal of mutuality. To end this with, I would like to point out that you eat just as much as I do, making me love you 3000 times more."
He looked at me dumbfounded, maybe he wasn't expecting the orator in me to come alive or maybe he was expecting to get a response which was as random in nature as his spontaneous go at interrogation. After a moment or two, he smiled, not just the petite smile which is born out of his Fifa victories or his Pizza contentment, it gradually showed all his teeth, reaching his eyes and finally inviting his dimples, it meant that he was happy, truly happy. That smile meant the world to me.
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