To The Girl I love

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Blessed are those who fall in love, chosen are those who grow up with it, and you made me choose the latter. This ain’t a love letter, darling. This is just a part of me, a part which remained hidden until you explored it. You made me feel what it is to be in love again, you rekindled the flames which were once blown away. Thank you.
There are things I want to say. But, you often run out of words when you need them the most. I love you, maybe this would tell everything I want to say.
You call yourself broken and you often say how I chose a wrong person to fall in love with. You are wrong, love. You see, loving a broken person is fairly easy, they don’t want anything except love. I can give you all my love, I can show you my deepest corners and in return all I ask is to make me walk through your darkest lanes, your darkest memories. You say you fear, you say you get nightmares; show them to me. We can visit our dreams after we are done with your nightmares.

 

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I am as charred as you are, love. I am as broken as you are. I can’t make you feel special but I can make you feel you. I am a commoner, not the prince charming you desire, but being a writer I can make you the queen of my stories.
You might wonder, ‘What does he want in return?’ Well, give me the parts you feared sharing, give me that part you involuntarily buried in order to avoid pain. I don’t ask all of you, give me only the part which is hurt. I have a feeling that in the process of healing you, I will end up healing myself.
I can go on and on with what I can, want and will do with all my love but won’t it be better if I stop writing about it and start loving you the way others failed to?
From,
The boy who loves you.
~ Viwanshu Vaibhaw | Edited by Afreen Zeb

 

 


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