Day one

So finally we met.
I was asleep at 5:30 pm when he called and I jolted crying SHIT and losing my nosering in the process. I still don't believe I got ready for one of my most important meetings in life in just 15 minutes. Didn't even remember about the choris. Hurriedly dressed up bro, shot out of the house and faced the bad, bad Expo Center traffic. Got to the hospital, and well got 2 calls from him that he had been waiting long.
Well, got off and went towards the track. It was a bit dark so I couldn't make out it was him sitting right there, bilkul samnai, on those marble benches. He stood up as I came closer towards him, trying to make bro hurry, as we both smiled. And he said Salaam. And then he mispronounced bro's name. Then we sat and talked.

He looked so cute and unlike any of his pictures I had seen before he looked shy. Even today I tell him how amazingly beautiful his eyes are. They take me into another world, the world that he promised me, the world where I rule as his queen.

He told me the first time face to face that he loves me and I was too shy to say it back so I said I know. I still want to slap myself across the face for being so stupid. He travelled from the other end of the world to see me, look into my eyes and tell me that he loves me and this is what I said the very first time.

I fell in love with his almond eyes, his starry white smile. I fell in love with that black wavy hair that came on his face all the time and instead of tying it back he kept removing it from his eyes even though he had a rubber band that he chose to wear on his hand instead.

I wanted to take him home or freeze time so we could keep sitting forever on that bench-like area and that he would look into my eyes and shy away and I would do the same. His grinning and frequent chuckles, his laughter, there was not a thing that I didn't like, that made me even think twice that I had hasted into love.

I have asked myself INNUMEROUS times why I love you.
Your eyes, your smile, your lips, the perfect distance between your eyebrows, your skin, your hands, your hair, your temperament, your laughter, your sense of humor, your sense of criticism, your anger, your treatment of family, friends, and strangers. What is there NOT to love? Your heart, your heart made of gold. It doesn't beat for me anymore but I still love it. I love you, each and everything about you, the good and the bad. You were meant to be mine and I had you. I had you for a long time until you realized I wasn't worth it. And it is true, I'm not worth it. I've become somebody I never wanted to become. But nevertheless, regardless of how I changed and why, you are the only person I love to be mine and mine alone. That's another thing that ownership in this world always comes with payments with interest.