You start wondering if it’s others or it’s just you. The inevitable you who is so stuck to its place of venom that the inside refuses to wander around in search of sanity. Clearly, there is hope. When, How, Where. That’s the question to ask.
If you stay in a place long enough to understand that you are replaceable, then you are on the right track. You don’t lie to yourself, that’s the thumb rule. There is no love here, it’s just plain, fucking business.
When you love someone, you also hate that person for not missing you. Not texting you. Not calling you. Not letting them see you. In person. Audio calls are so hypothetically designed, you don’t really know if it’s you they are talking to.
Love is not all mental and not all physical. (they co-exist). I am a 21st century alpha male, strongly believe in intimacy, proximity and foreplay. It’s not lust, it’s just love in display without fear. Not organic, but certainly real, original. All me.
Love has nothing to do with marriage, quite the opposite actually. Love might not always lead to Marriage and vice versa. But both do exist individually, and regain their own importance. There is no right time for love, to make love. Really.
Not digressing. But the real question is – will she ever say yes? Sorry, forgot to mention. Lots of love.
Miss you. Can I say that? Of course I can. Have not spoken to you properly for ages. Have not seen you for god knows how many hours now. Perhaps, few days, many hours, millions of micro mini seconds… wait.. what am I saying? This is not my love log-book.
Life is running on similar lines too. I am missing the keynotes in my life. Beautiful it is, thankful for all the glorious moments so far. Yet a lot to look forward to. Lot to come. Love always comes around.
Love notes. Closed. For Now.
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