‘I love you’
Sometimes in the middle of chat he says these three words. Randomly, surprising me, he leaves me smiling. On the other end, where he is waiting for a reply, I am here smiling, blushing, thinking, thanking and too lost in my own zone cherishing that very moment. They say actions speak louder than words. Yes, his actions over the whole day have a lot to show but these random small expressions mean a lot to me. This man’s love for me has a meaning that is beyond any boundation of a named relation, beyond the conventional attached meanings of romance. He taught me how ‘love’ is not restricted to any gender, blood relations, friendships. Every person’s love for you has a different meaning. How even a small compliment can mean love, how just being present, available can express love. For me, just the idea of him is love. Whatever he says, however he says, expresses, that is love. When he expresses his desires of how he wants me to progress in future, when he shares his idea of how I should present myself to the world, this is love. When to my lame problems, he says ‘I am all ears’, this is love. When he shares with me his grumpiness, When I share my happiness, that is love. When silently, without complaining, he bears my stupid deeds, happily gets disturbed however occupied he may be, that is love. When he gets serious too soon on my stupid jokes, when he explains me about the different phases that our friendship may go through and how we ll have to handle it, that is love. I know, when I ll touch him, hold his hand, that gesture itself would be love.
When he replaces ,’I’ with ‘We’ , that skip of beat is everything I need to discover about love ever..