Aspects of Loving Her

Love is like the wind, you can't see it, but you can feel it. Love is the most beautiful thing happened to anybody. There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. It happened only when you find someone who can truly turn your world around.

Loving her gave me the most precious moments of my life. God was really kind to me for giving me such a beautiful experience. Loving her means to feel proud to have her part of my life.

Loving her gave me that courage to share all those things which I have never shared with another soul. I shared my hopes for future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at me. I engaged her in all of my dreams.

Loving her means to keep her as the first thought in mind when I wake up and the last thought when I sleep. Even while sleeping her angelic part always plays well with my inner demons.

Loving her means having my entire day lit up by just getting a “Good Morning” text from her. Doesn’t matter how many obstacles are waiting for me during the day, but her spark is enough to keep my moral high. I always keep her with me in my thoughts while doing every little thing. Whenever I had something to cheer about, she was the first one whom I want to speak out to share my overflooded energetic dancing emotions.

Loving her cause my eyes to get cemented whenever I find her in front of mine. It was a real joy to see how sunshine plays with her hair, how her little eyes generate twinkle which could make the stars feel low in full moon night, how her smile turn up all the dead flowers, how her sweet voice constrain earth to dance on its axis. I never understood how a small mole on her cheek could become so much inviting.

Loving her makes my every prayer in front of god comprise of only one wish i.e. to be with her. She is a miracle that can happen to only few lucky people and I am the one. She is beautiful - not only in looks but in every single aspect of being a girl.

Loving her gave me the true meaning of my life. In her light, I learnt how to love. In her beauty, I started making poems. I was amazed when I noticed you in that way for the very first time, not because of your beauty, but because of the fact that everything I have ever wanted was right there in front of my eyes.

Loving her makes me to cherish moments of that kiss which actually never happened. But that kiss was memorable in ways - It was part of long husky conversations, It was part of few casual promises, it was part of a balloon dream, it was part of those feelings which were never expressed, it was the only kiss that we shared in pictures and videos. Many times, that kiss still helped me out to surpass the feeling of basorexia.

Loving her means to get jealous and mad whenever any other guy talks to her because you never want anybody else to know how good she is.

Loving her was never easy. I don’t know how to put everything into words or there are enough words to describe those emotions. You wish things would turn out how you want them to but loving her means being okay when those expectations fall apart.

Loving her essentially understands that some part of mine will always want her, the good, the bad and the ugly, that a little part of me will always love her. Because after all, in loving her, I had and will only ever give her the best of me. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as silly words, songs or drive become invaluable treasures kept safe in my heart to cherish forever.