Bewitched

Maybe it was a storyteller in you that made me want to make a story with you. May be it was an artist in you, that made everything beautiful around you. You call me witch but I am bewitched in your love. My all magic fails me in front of you. You are the answer to the smile on my face, reason to every decision I make, and excuses I search just to see you at least once a day.

I love you. I had fallen in love with you way before, you realized that there could be something between us. Maybe in between those tears that I shed and sometimes you did or may be it happened between those heart-warming hugs and few nonsensical dirty talks. It could have happened anytime, maybe the first time I saw you or after our few thoughtful conversations that you influenced me and inspire me somehow.

Amidst the chaos of life, I found calmness in you and that moment I fell for you. When you managed to stay in my head even at the busiest hour of the day, I knew that gravity of feelings has centered on you. Yes, I never let you know. I never pursued my feelings toward you because this time I did not want to play any games or present myself as something to impress you. I adore the things the way they were: our late night conversations, few flirtations here and there and at last the “I Love You”. I don’t know what that meant for you but for me it resonated its real meaning and I let it be the way it should be. I wanted us to be the best or nothing. We are best at what we are together and I love us. I am just happy loving you from afar, not destroying anything, specially, what we have with each other. I didn’t want to ruin anything with my feelings. I was happy the way things were. It was alright. Of course, I would be happy with me by your side, loving you and you loving me. I enjoy listening to you and what more did I need. I was and am glad that you are right there at the other end of the line and if that continues; the ‘US’ continues, what we have continues, then I don’t mind if you date me or other; if you marry me or other; as long as you are there, as long as we are together, everything is alright. No fear of circumstances can stop us.

P.S. Now don’t be flattered, because I am exaggerating and I know it’s cheesy but it’s your kind of cheese. So I hope you at least like it; answers to your question.

I Love You.