In an ideal world, we'd be together.
In an ideal world, I'd learn the anticipation of meeting you everyday, of stealing furtive glances and deciphering your words. I'd learn the thrills of realisation, and the bewildering happiness of falling in love. In an ideal world, I'd learn to call your college mine. I'd learn of evenings strolling with you, along paths I could never dare to love. I'd learn of days throbbing with the passion of a thousand hearts,and maybe, amidst all the chaos and conversation, we'd weave our own corner of respite. In an ideal world, we'd be perfect.
But in our scattered little world, we'd be far from perfect. We'd be dangerously human, almost toppling over in our frenzied attempts to love. I'd learn of days that would burst forth with a dazzling brightness for we'd finally gather a few hours after a week-long wait. I'd learn of the ensuing disappointments, and the bitterness of not living up to desires. I'd learn of personal struggles and fights and discover parts of each other which would go to lengths for love. I'd learn of nights which would see us in ways nobody ever will, and with every fight, every disappointment, we'd fall in love with a renewed promise. Until one day,when things would spiral out of our grasps and we'd be left alone with nobody else but each other. What a terrible irony.
But no matter what,I realise, the magic will linger. It still does, and it always will. It will linger through our days of blending in with reality, through our nights of solitude, and most importantly, through our feeble hearts which beat so anxiously in our anonymous love-notes :)
Written quite some time back, but posting it now, because well, I wrote it?
In an ideal world, I'd learn the anticipation of meeting you everyday, of stealing furtive glances and deciphering your words. I'd learn the thrills of realisation, and the bewildering happiness of falling in love. In an ideal world, I'd learn to call your college mine. I'd learn of evenings strolling with you, along paths I could never dare to love. I'd learn of days throbbing with the passion of a thousand hearts,and maybe, amidst all the chaos and conversation, we'd weave our own corner of respite. In an ideal world, we'd be perfect.
But in our scattered little world, we'd be far from perfect. We'd be dangerously human, almost toppling over in our frenzied attempts to love. I'd learn of days that would burst forth with a dazzling brightness for we'd finally gather a few hours after a week-long wait. I'd learn of the ensuing disappointments, and the bitterness of not living up to desires. I'd learn of personal struggles and fights and discover parts of each other which would go to lengths for love. I'd learn of nights which would see us in ways nobody ever will, and with every fight, every disappointment, we'd fall in love with a renewed promise. Until one day,when things would spiral out of our grasps and we'd be left alone with nobody else but each other. What a terrible irony.
But no matter what,I realise, the magic will linger. It still does, and it always will. It will linger through our days of blending in with reality, through our nights of solitude, and most importantly, through our feeble hearts which beat so anxiously in our anonymous love-notes :)
Written quite some time back, but posting it now, because well, I wrote it?
