From Love to Life
I am not perfect. Neither are you. Neither are the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. But those pieces fit together to form something which could be considered as the epitome of perfection. Likewise, our imperfections make us perfect for the each other. Love at first sight is a myth. We were both somehow broken beyond repair when we met. Perhaps that drew us towards one another. I fell in love with you long before you fell for me. You were scared about letting yourself succumb to love again; you were apprehensive about the fact that your love would not suffice for me. Now, after a couple of years of being together, I doubt if my love for you could ever match the love you have for me.
You have a habit of thinking that you haven’t been able to love me with all your heart. Let me tell you what I think. The shy smile that forms on your lips even today when you see me is akin to the one you had when we had met for the first time. When I go to sleep after spending a long day with you, your scent lingers around me and engulfs me until I fall asleep. We fight with each other, cry together and then share a smile together.
When I go home for the holidays, you are well acquainted with the drill. We don’t get to talk for days or even for months. You work without sleep for five days and five nights of the week to complete the work scheduled for an entire week and come over to meet me just to ensure that I don’t end up crying by missing you. You stay up all night just to ensure that I sleep peacefully. Whenever I lose hope in myself, you are the one who restores my confidence. You are my support system; you are my ‘oxygen’.
A mere ‘I love you’ doesn’t set the foundation for a relationship. The effort two people put towards being together helps in keeping them together. You would insist that I do a lot for you too, and I won’t refute. You would insist that my love for you is unparalleled. So is the love you bear towards me. Imperfection brought us together to form perfection, and now there seems to be no life without you. Give a person that one thing what he hasn’t ever had, and that becomes his most prized possession. Same is the case with me.
Now that I have reached the end of my letter, I regret having addressed you as ‘My love’. The word ‘love’ if replaced with ‘life’ would have been apt in describing what you mean to me, because love is what I have for you and life is what you mean to me.
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