Love...

Sometimes we don’t know why. Why we do the things we do. Why we say the things we say… Sometimes it’s not the big things but tiny things that make a difference. Like telling her that you love her every once a while; like travelling in a bus and telling her almost everything you’ve seen in the way; like her falling asleep on the phone and all you can hear is her deep breathing but you still don’t want to hang up. After a grueling day, admitting to her that throughout the day, you just waited to get back home and give her a call. When the rain splashes against your car wind shield and the cold is rising, you wish you had her to hug on to. You make a million mental notes to remind you of things to say… A million words aren’t enough to speak what you feel sometimes. But a few soft words from her are enough for you to know what she’s feeling. Every day you feel like you have something to look forward to, her…  

You listen to the song you both heard together in the bus on that rainy day, it’s still on your favorites coz you never get tired of it… You both fight and cry over small things, simply coz there’s a new meaning to it that someone’s there to listen. You love it when she whines about the little things that upset her, love it when she treats you as the final solution to every problem she has. You love it when she gets angry if you call someone else ‘sweetie’.  You talk about the things that are least important, sometimes after long conversations, you lie down wondering what was it that you talked about the last few hours. Simply a text message from her can brighten your day like a coffee can never be able to. You don’t wanna wake in the morning if she’s away and she can’t call. You try and tell her not to do something, not coz you don’t want her to do so, but coz you love it when she listens.  Sometimes you can’t give up fighting even if you know you’re wrong. You hang up in anger and then call back in a few minutes and say sorry. And sometimes you act like you’re angry, till she goes on saying sweet things and sorry’s and you finally burst out laughing.

After a fight and you both feel sad, a hug simply speaks volumes…  When you hug her, her fragility makes you feel strong about her.  Sometimes it isn’t so important to say a lot, but maybe say less and feel more, hear less and understand more. Sometimes even silence and gestures can speak a lot. Sometimes it’s important to worship the weak, for there’s no strength if there wasn’t weakness. Sometimes we don’t realize what she’s worth until she’s not around. For, what would be light if we hadn’t known darkness.

Sometimes we don’t know why. Why we do the things we do. Why we say the things we say. I think we can call it, being in love…