A love letter: Beautiful Mind

I'm used to being ignored. I'm used to being cancelled on. I'm used to being left out. I’m used to being the second option. I'm used to being forgotten about. I've learned to keep my expectations low, just so none of these things would matter. I barely find anybody attractive. I barely feel affection for anybody. But when I do, I fall in so deep, so hard.

You were leaning over the wall with your hands folded with a faint smile in your lips and your nose ring sparkling under the reflection of the sun. I had a feeling that I've seen you before. Instantly I wanted to know more about you. I still haven't succeeded at that and I have a feeling that I never will.

I wish you to talk about anything and everything. Smiles with hidden promises. The excitement, the butterflies, the shaking hands, the shy confessions, the complicity, sudden kisses, everlasting hugs. I wish I have you to celebrate, show you my deep hidden secrets, erase your insecurities, share my dreams with you and help you hard to make you achieve yours and love you like no one else ever will.

It’s all happening inside my head. You might even shed a tear or two if you could look into my mind.

A love letter: Fairy Tales

Of course I want to get to know you. But at the same time, I want to feel like I already know you. Such a fairy tale it is.

You may think fairy tales are only for girls. Here’s a hint- ask yourself who wrote them. I assure you, it wasn't just the women. It’s the great male fantasy. All it takes is one dance to know that she’s the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away we men know- this is the girl in our head, dancing or sleeping or singing in front of us.

Yes, girls want their princes, but boys want their princesses just as much, and are ready to go through a whirlwind courtship. My fairy tale happened when I first saw you during dance practice. Ever heard of the word ‘Liquescent’? That’s the word which can describe what I went through when I first met you.

Li-ques-cent, adj. 1. Becoming liquid; melting.

2. Tending towards a liquid state.

 And I do secretly hope, like all fairy tales mine will have a “happily ever after.”