Life is ironic indeed.
The moment I had set my eyes on you I knew it; I hated you instantly for no reason at all. I was put off by your very existence even when people did speak highly about you and attempted to prove me wrong.Everytime i think about our first encounter i break into a wry smile.
It’s funny to think of all those mundane formal conversations we have had just for the sake of being courteous with absolutely no interest at all. Life would have been very different if only I had decided not to reply for that one text message. Perhaps, I wouldn’t be writing all this. I have always wondered why you ever talked to me, when it is usually difficult for people to see me beyond the standard monosyllabic replies and disinterested attitude,
Remind me to ask you someday.
“What’s in a name?” I do agree with Shakespeare when it comes to us ,I can never give a specific name tag to our relationship. You have been like a father when you spoil me rotten, give in to my demands and treat me like a kid when I pester you for petty treats like ice creams and chocolates, a mother when you scold me for the irresponsible things I do such as waking up late in the mornings, refusing to bathe & wash my dirty jeans ,coming home late and also the concern you show when I am sick or wounded, a brother when you are protective about me, a sister when we gossip about the latest digs, a friend when we hang out and have so much fun together, a confidant when you listen to my worries and woes, a counselor who helps me overcome my problems but sometimes you are the root cause of all my problems , an hopeless romantic when you whisper sweet nothings into my ear and hold hands for what appears to be an eternity ,a bully when you tease me and make me cry, a child when you try hard to remain on your stand but finally give in, a companion when I am lonely, a teacher when you teach me many things about life ,a boyfriend when you turn out to be such a nag ,a guide when you advice me and try to put me on the right track, a critic when you don’t approve of the things I do. How is it even remotely possible to describe all this in a single word?
Sometimes I think we are puppets in god’s very own sadistic puppet show, he does know that we belong to two entirely different worlds and we are individuals with strikingly different ideals and priorities then why would he make us meet and ignite those feelings when the end is rather grim. I definitely don’t appreciate his dark humor.
When you leave life would be difficult but not entirely impossible to deal with. I would miss many things, those numerous coffee shops and restaurants we visited, the long drives, those times we have spent doing absolutely nothing, those various occasions when I was angry with you ,our silly fights and the almost immediate making up ,the times you made me cry, those phone conversations which went on till daybreak ,your drunk dials ,those times when I used to wait for you knowing very well that you would turn up late, the times you used to play with my hair ,the smell of your cologne, those goodbye hugs ,the various occasions when I used to hurl abuses at you , our stupid brawls, those times when you were possessive about me that made me feel special and loved, I would treasure all those memories and hold on to them, that would keep me going for a lifetime.
Thank you for everything.
