Love has been the greatest of all desires. Since ages, man and woman have fought for their love interests. Some fought for the woman they loved, some for the men. Many fought for their love for their mother land. I have had my share of battles. Battles I fought for my love. My love that was randomly cheated upon. My love that I handled carelessly. My love that never got it’s love back…only until I met this lovely girl who could love me back.
It’s been more than a thousand days, and I am still in love with this girl. She is my best friend. She is my company to the doctor. She is my movie going friend. She is my beer buddy. She is my GoT friend. She is my Avengers friend. She is my horror movie friend. She is my travel buddy. She is my co explorer. She is my Road trip buddy. She is my queen. She is my girlfriend. She is is my guide. You get the gist. Now this girl is leaving to another country, and it’s bugging me right left and center, and up down and middle. She was the only one I could manage to hang out with. I have no good friends otherwise. What would I do when she is gone ?
What bugs me more is that I only have a 100 days left before she finally takes off, probably to never come back. How will I love without her? This, my friend, is the greatest test of love. And I have finally reached this phase.
Day by day as I inch closer to the day we depart, I cannot stop to wonder and ask myslef how much love have I not expressed yet to her?
And so, to reduce the intensity of my pain and to express my love in lieu of channeling my emotions, I write this Blog .
She loves when I write her a poetry. Earlier I used to send her the poems I wrote for her through emails, hand written letters, text messages, digital posters, etc.
But that makes it a lot of poems un-segregated.
Here, I can share what I feel with the world, on a log, called a blog, that will stay for eternity, at an access of her finger tips. I don’t know if she would still love me when we are away. I don’t know if I would be able to bear the pain of our separation. I don’t know if she would still be mine or move for the sake of getting rid of her pain of being away from me.
Nothing is certain, other than this moment, where I know I have learnt to love her unconditionally.
So knowing these are my final, last 100 days with her, I will try, with my heart mind and soul, to make it all special for her, through what she likes the most, poems.