Her:One last kiss and you have to catch your flight which is about to tear my wings. I am not afraid to cry, as I am not afraid to show my love. I tell you I love the grey t-shirt you're wearing because you look absolutely sexy in that and how I am jealous of the fabric that is kissing your abs, because I want to be the one doing that. You laugh and kiss me on my forehead and say that I'd have to wait for a year or so. It makes me feel insecure, but I hide it in your arms. I hear the final announcement , and I imagine myself sitting on your couch after an hour, crying and I hear you on the doorstep. I am surprised and like the way Rachel Green says, "I got off the plane", you say the exact same thing and we spend the next hour making out. But I am hit hard with reality, and I realise it's no movie. I cry. You kiss me for the final time. And you leave. And maybe, just maybe, you take you take your love with you as well. Because now, you're long gone and I am long lost.

Him: That's when I remove my T-shirt and hand it over to you. I kiss your picture in my wallet which makes you smile, the smile which says,"doesn't matter if you're a mile away or half way down the earth, you'll always be mine, and we'll always be together".
Her: But I still don't want to let you go. I want to be there with you, because I know, I so bloody know that there are prettier and thinner girls on this planet, and you'll be meeting a lot of them.
Him: But I want you to know, those girls are pretty but they're not you. I want you to know that those girls are thinner but they can never ever give me the comfort I get in YOUR arms. They're close to me, not my heart.
Her: I've always heard that long distance relationships were hard. Now I know why. I cannot imagine you falling for somebody new. Because I've always been replaced, but I do not want to lose you. Ever.
Him: Trust me.
Her: But will be able to stay without my hugs, my snogs, my kisses? Will you not want that? Because I cannot stay alone. You'll always be in my heavy heart. But, I don't know. Will you be gone for ever? Or will I be lost for ever?
Him: I surely would. But the wait to meet you would increase my love for you. I'd want you more than ever.
Her: I already miss you. How am I going to survive the next 672 days without you?
Him: It took me years to find home, do you think I'd let it slip away so easily?
Her: But you will not be able to sense a natural calamity on it's way, will you?
They come uninvited, and destroy every single thing. I don't want "her" to come between any of it.
Him: She will not. My body is here. My soul, with you. My heart, with you.
Her: I know I am acting really weird. But you have to understand. I love you. I have always. I don't want you to go. Future is not in my hands, my love. It's in nobody's hands.
Him: I'm not talking about future. I'm talking about the flight ticket I bought for you. I'm talking about the house keys in your new purse. House, our house. I'm talking about your heart, you love, which wouldn't let me go anywhere, alone.
Her: **I hide my face in your chest and cry and hug you for a very long time** **everybody starts noticing and clapping**
Him: I'm talking about the ring tied in your hair ties. And now, I'm talking about the future, our future. Will you marry me, my love?
Her: **I stare at you for a very long time, whilst you pull out the ring from my hair** **I still cannot accept it to be reality** **that's when I feel your lips on my hand and I'm hit hard with reality, yet again. But this time, the perfect one**
YES! YES! YES!
Him: **I hug you just after your yes**
**I try to control my tears from kissing my beard** That's when I hear you whisper,"those are the tears of joy, love"
**I press you harder against my chest to make you realise that I'm never gonna let you go, never, ever.

"Tell me a lie that will make me want to stay", she said.
He hesitantly said,"I hate you".
Somewhere between the game of truth and lies, they found love.

You're scared of commitment, I'm scared of the otherwise. You're an Italian food lover, whereas I love indian food. You like reading books by writers with names I can't even pronounce. I like to write, about you. You're not a family guy, and I would do anything just to make my or your family happy. I like 'sleeping whlist watching Ryan Gosling movies' Saturday nights and you love 'let's have each other for dinner' Saturday nights. I love 'lets stay lazy and cuddle all day' Sunday mornings and you love 'Let's go to the gym and work-out' Sunday mornings. I am into pop and EDM,whereas you're into 80s heavy metal. I thought opposites were supposed to attract. But I think we should stop pretending like we really love each other.

Tonight, we both decided to do something we've never been fond of-drinking. We both are sitting in a dim bar, drinking everything that our bodies can consume. I like the place. The lights are dum. The bartenders are sexy. Peope are drunk and acting or being themselves. I see three couples making out as if they're on their honeymoon, I bet they won't even remember a single thing in the morning. We decide not to talk about our ex lovers because it's"get to know more about you" time, and not "get to know more about our ex lovers" time. They're playing songs by The Cranberries in the background, as a symbol of respect, we sing along. I love this life. It's simple and like living a life of amnesia. I want to drink more because I once read in a biology textbook that drunk people seem to speak the truth. As soon as I am hit with this thought, you touch my hair whilst smiling like a nine year old in the screen of my eyes and say, "I really like you". I take a bottle of vodka, caress my lips to the opening of the bottle, empty it, look at you in the eyes and say, "Me too".

We're in your room, bored and alone. Clueless of what to do next. Eat? Dance? Sing? Paint? Clueless. But you being so smart, come up with an idea. You get up, go near  our drawers, take out your earphones and come sit right in front of me. We share the earphones, of course. Rather we share music. I think you'd play some romantic song just to impress me, but no. You play my favourite EDM song and I smile like a girl in a tootpaste advertisement. We start singing the lyrics loudly and try to scream and shout the lyrics at each other. And then just raise our hands up in the air as if trying to touch the sky, to feel  the love in the air. I absolutely love such things. The song sounds as melodic as ever for the very first time. So yeah, even the music feels better with you. And you have no idea as to how it makes me feel. So towards the end of the song I close my eyes and raise my hands and move my body because I love to feel the way my heart and music work together. When I open my eyes, you look at me in the eyes and come closer and closer. My heart starts skipping beats, my hand starts sweating, I start swallowing, butterflies start coming our of their cocoons. Annnnddd you close your eyes and touch my lips with your lips and I forget everything. The excitement, the nervousness, the insecurities and I kiss you. I finally kiss you the fuck back.

Colours.

"When I'm close to you,we blend into my favourite colour."
It's true. We're two different colours,and when we're together alone we blend into a new, bonny and a different colour altogether. I'm red, the colour of love. You're white, the colour of peace. And together, we form pink which symbolizes youth, tenderness and innocence.  That's the beauty of us. You make me light. You make me shine. You make me beautiful. You make me happy and innocent. You're the reason. You are home to me.
                                                 

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