It's always me

Have you ever been in one of those long conversations- laughter, chaos, noises, pokes and pushes- the ones in which you really live the moment and then the conversation runs out of words and we all stay silent waiting for the wolf to go away, hoping for it not to eat us up while we stare at our hands or the ground waiting for someone to speak up and push the numbness into the background again. No laughters. No smiles. No nudges. We stand alone together. Hoping, waiting, praying for the silence to go away. I remember my darkest dreams, my deepest fears, my loneliest nights in those silences. My God! I taste an eternity in those silences. And in that moment, I believe we all get to taste what true loneliness tastes like.

I totally fail to understand how can a person be single just for the lack of a romantic partner. Do all my friends count for naught? I have my friends, family and most importantly, memes and yet they call me single. As if I am just me. Well, FYI, I am much more than I seem to be. And even if I am single, as far as the conventional definition goes, what is so incomplete about it? What is so wrong about being not involved with anyone romantically? I have the moon to fall in love with, the stars to talk to, the sky to stare at, the air to caress, the birds to listen to, the flowers to sing to and sun to long for. Our generation has idealised relationships in my opinion and it's perfectly fine to wait for the right one. Till then be happy to be the full stop in your own sentence. Till then be happy with your once upon a time...your happily ever after is not that far. Make your singularity your infinity. It's all worth it in the end.

You're beautiful. You're incredible. And you're mine. If I could, I would love you less. They say love, like rain, is best in moderation. But I am a flood, an ocean, a raging storm when it comes to you. There's no control. There's just love. There's so much love in my veins that sometimes I wonder if there is any blood at all, if my heart pumps for any other reason than you. If I could, I wouldn't tell you how much I love you as often as I do. They say confessions, like feasts, are best in controlled frequencies. But I am the sun blazing and firing up all the world all the time when it comes to you. There's no control. I love you so much that it hurts. It hurts everywhere. I ache for your touch, your presence, you. If I could, I would have met you thousands of years ago because all my eternities, I have searched for your soul. Trust me, I have. You are a part of my soul, love. You complete me in the cracks I never knew existed. You are my favorite person in the world.