It is no surprise that I love letters; all types of letters. The fact that I have written more than received is another thing. When I stumbled upon this amazing 30 day letter challenge HERE, I was jumping a bit too high for my own comfort. I might not write all of these, but I am definitely going to try.
The prompt for day 7 is a letter to your ex boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush.
Now, this is going to be one great letter to write. This letter is to be addressed to ex boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush.
As I had a separate one done for my endless crushes, I put that out of the equation. I don’t believe in the concept of an ex. I believe that if you love someone once, you can never bring yourself to unlove them. If you could, you never did love them with all your heart. But, heyy I have girlfriends. I love girlfriends. I know that is not precisely the point. But whatever.
There will be imaginary parts in this letter and then there will be real and I am not going to tell you which is what. I just like some ,mystery. Deal with it, please :P I love my fanciful imagination and making stories and imagining people and talking to them. Here goes one of those letters I have long awaited.
Dear imaginary and real people,
Love is a small word, but it perhaps is the deepest emption of all time. I used to think that love is reserved for the prettiest girls who walk like they own a designer store and their perfect curves and the dangling heels is sure to make more than one man look back and stare.
I have never been one of those and I was happy in my own skin. However, once in a while, God plays the cupid and stirs something inside that tiny heart which otherwise stays dormant and does its work. However, not all stories go as planned. You are living in Calcutta, you dream of London and wham you are attracted to France. You really think that nothing good is going to come out of it at all because these are three separate countries with nothing to do with each other.
However, miracles happen and sometimes miracles are not things but people and situation. Sometimes it feels surreal to even think of how much my life has altered in the last six months or so. (Imagine which part is imagination and which part is reality and nopes, I am not telling)
If I hadn’t met you, I would still be chained to the daily mundane routine I so effortlessly followed. You showed me that there is more to life than deadlines. I never thought I was capable of so much love. I never knew my heart had so much space to keep another person in it. Things changed for me and they did with such fast pace that I was left to ponder if I ever knew myself at all. However, if I am given a chance to relive the last six months and make as many changes as I could, I won’t change one single thing. No, we haven’t had a completely perfect time as there were a lot of times when I thought the doors were shut and I was left alone, on the outside and my heart wailed, hoping to latch on to one ray of togetherness, but you know what, this is what makes the journey complete. I didn’t want the fairytale perfect where everything is so perfect, you’re scared it is not true. I wanted reality, the real love where you get the pain, the insecurities along with the happy times, the odd compliments out of nowhere, the random love you notes, the occasion rift on why I am so hormonal, the silly smiles and the senseless craziness. You gave me all of it; the complete package.
You’ve entertained my silliness, my love for things said thrice, my silly conjectures that perhaps are too dumb to comprehend, my wishes that are mostly whimsical, the random words I too often speak, the endless questions I always ask, the lack of knowledge which I must otherwise have, the endless stories I wish to narrate, my obsession for cats and green eyes and a whole lot more.
I had read somewhere that if you don’t fight once, you can never be sure that it is love. We might not have fought like the cat dog fight because hello, I have such a big heart; but overall the words, “dude, don’t be such a girl” still ring in my ears and I smile more than whine whenever I recall them.
I sometimes wonder if I am truly insane but then you have been putting up with me for so long, so I guess I am not completely abnormal or may be sometimes abnormalities are normal too.
All I really want to tell you is
Regardless of the roads life takes us through,
Regardless of how divergent our paths are,
Regardless of how distinct our stories are.
Regardless of how little we may talk,
Regardless of the number of promises we may not be able to keep,
Regardless of what our future has to show
Regardless of how little our forever may be
Regardless of how secretive my best dream is
Regardless of how insecure my securities are
Regardless of how big my fears mostly are
Regardless of how opposite we are
Regardless of all this and more;
if there is one thing I can truly promise and will keep it is that sometimes we meet people, who leave footprints in forms of friends. Sometimes we meet people who come and go and slowly we forget they were even there.
But, sometimes, we meet people who show us things we didn’t knew, shades of us we were blind to and memories we never knew we could have. You just don’t forget such people because they are not a person, they become your home; A part of your forever heart.
I know I sound bookish and sometimes impractical, but trust me, once in love, I stay so forever. Regardless of what would happen, when I shall retrace the best moments of my life, it will feature a lot of you. Your happiness is mine and one day, may be, just maybe, we shall get to see the smiles, share the times, entwine the hands and look up at the sky to count our blessings and that day, it will rain; it has to. I am sure. If we don’t, it is still alright because sometimes, hearts beat across places because when land fails; sky smiles and makes you mine.
Because this is a love letter, I serve the dessert at the end
I LOVE YOU.
Now, guess which part was real, which is imaginary and where I spoke of my girlfriend and how I love mystery.
With smiles and love and happiness and giggles and a woooosshinng heart,