I Hope This Finds You

You sparkled when my eyes settled on you. I don’t remember where we met or how we went past that drill. I dreamt of you before I knew you, so whenever you ask me about yourself, I smile. I don’t know whether what I see in you is what I want to see or whether it is for real.

You talk as much as you should. You’re perfect like that. I like your cheeks, and the weed like beard that grows on it; where my fingers get lost. I like resting my face on your head; it covers my face so full. Your arms aren’t tender, they aren’t stiff. I don’t know how they are. They aren’t anything great. You’re fat, even though you lose it easily every month or two. Your legs are long. I can lie on them and fit between them so easily. I hear you like I heard ghosts when I was young. And you always sing to me. Now that I think of it, you don’t look at me so much.

Everybody said I’m not romantic. I started believing them. But then you came along.

You feed my thought. I like you for that. You read poems to me. You know how to cook. Sometimes days go by and I don’t hear your voice, I only hear mine. I seem to enjoy this.

We sit and stare each other for hours. We don’t talk to each other for days.  You like the music I like. I love what you introduce me to 3 times out of 5. I think your friends are nice, I don’t always understand what they mean when they crack jokes about you or us, but I pretend to understand and fake a smile. I like your friend Leela the most. She has a very pleasant face and she maintains a reasonable distance with me. She lets me take my time to know her.

The first time I held your hand and dragged you close to me, I did so because I felt misplaced, plus people were pushing me, and sometime around that time I was pushing myself too . I thought where ever I go with you would be a nice place. I assumed you liked me. I never needed confirmation after that. I’m thinking about it only now. You don’t fear anything.  Neither do I.

I like that I share with you what I don’t share with anyone. I like having secrets for a change. You like the very different me. You discovered this. Rather, you excavated this. A different me, that I don’t be when you're not around. I never get tired around you.

I don’t know what else to write to you in this letter. I’m bored without you. Come home soon. We’ll have fun.

'Dance Dance  Dance'

This song isn’t meant to die ever

‘Nothing is lost’  so you’ll wander here forever