Dear Love,

I climb down the stairs, and I search for you on both ends of the roads, where we parted last night, and I can’t find you on the right, and I look at the left and I find you standing there, in your powder grey t-shirt, a little far apart. I am awestruck as soon as I look at you, all the voices inaudible, fading activities of people around, it’s just you and me, everything else is paused and I look at you coming towards me. Such a delicate moment of seeing you, just like I have forgotten to think, breathe and speak or to feel anything.

Has it ever happened that you store certain snapshots forever in your heart and whenever you close or open your eyes, that moment clings to you and you keep remembering it, and it wanders like a little flashback, a memory touch, where your heart remains stuck and you cannot move beyond that?

This was one such moment for me, I look at you and don’t know what happened at that moment like there was this inexplicable and ineffable love in your eyes, looking gorgeous than ever, looking into those deep brown eyes, sparkling in the daylight. I look at you and my eyes are lit up after spending the sleepless night, thinking about you.

I don’t know how to write this, I am discovering new sensations every day and this is a unique world, unwinding in front of me. I know I have always been a hopeless romantic and I am convinced that we were destined to happen, to be here this morning and my heart once again flutters at the sight of you, full of love and I just want to grab you and plant kisses all over your lovely face and those lips, I just want to hold you and hug you for hours and I just come back to my senses, and I just walk with you, in my usual essence, shy and all mushy. You carry my bag along and I have never felt more closer to you than at this very moment.

I am writing this and I remember all the moments I spent with you in these lanes, from being with you exploring every nook and corner in the winters, eating with you, laughing together, to the mattress madness to not being with you and talking to you watching the airplanes, hurrying out the bus stop and you being there whenever I needed you so much. How far have we come, I look back and I am filled with immense love for you, and I remember us.

And as I walk one last time with you out of these lanes, I feel overwhelmed, how these passages have been an essential part of me falling in love with you, being attached to you, had nothing like this would happen, I would have not been so connected with you like I am now. I look at these lanes and as I bid goodbye, I look at the past months of getting to know you, how insanely beautiful moments and memories I have with you, and I connect the dots, as I feel love so sincerely in my heart for you today.

I remember and I look at our pictures together, how I have waited all my life for you, I look at your face, I swipe and I look at all those lifetimes ago, now I have found you, I won’t let you go, I will cherish you and I am maybe about to cry a little at this wonderful thing that we have, all the fun, all the places we have been together, how we have been finding each other little by little unveiling all the magic.

I remember how you closed your eyes, and I laugh a little imprinting my moist lips over your cheeks, over both your cheeks, pulling them, and wanting to do it ever since I saw you before everything happened between us, and as I remember it, I want to do it all over again with you, your face in my hands and kissing you all over.

I have so much to write about to you, and I am falling short of words to explain how amorous I have been seeming ever since I returned from that night of us, gazing at the lights, resting over your shoulder at the back of your car and I wish to spend every single night with you, tasting those same feelings for you, with you again, and as I write this, I want to thank you for making my life extraordinary with the little things that you do, with all the love in your heart, and giving me a fairytale whenever I seem to have lost my way in this world.

To the infinity 8 that you taught me on the unbuilt roads. I hope you read this one too. Until then, I love you so much. Always and Forever.

Yours Truly, Madly, and Deeply.

Author: Onesha

She is the funny one! Has flair for drama, loves to write when happy! You might hate her first story, but maybe you’ll like the next. She is the master of words, but believes actions speak louder than words. 1sha Rastogi, founder of

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