The Day this blog was made, I Thought to myself finally, I’ll pour my heart out…
But then After my First few posts, I Didn’t write anything not coz I don’t have anything to write, but coz I never knew how to share my feelings… I tried.. but then after a point , I lost it..
But today, I decided I shall write as why I haven’t been active off late ( & I intend being active hence-forth)
As I said I was not someone who could talk & express myself easily.. Therefore, I started writing my dairy when I was 15 !
My diary was always my best friend. . . .
I wrote about how I had spend the day, I wrote about the things I wished for. . .I wrote about about my not so good Intentions. . .I wrote my dreams. . .ETCETRA
But then A day came when I met someone…who I didn’t know would become my new diary . . .The only Difference. . Unlike my old diary. . .I Didn’t have to tell him when my day didn’t turn out well. . .I didn’t have to mention a sorrow. . .A ‘Hello’ on the phone would make him understand everything. . .Weird. . That is what I first thought it to be. . but after a while. . .I realised its not weird but its Beautiful . . .It was one of the most unusual relationships ever. .We were, in true words, Opposites. . he loved Black and I love White. . .He , a hard core non – vegeterian . . I am a pure Veg. . . and I go on and on…. But some where whenever we were together, there was a sense of happiness, neither of us felt before. . .
2 years passed, Our Friendship grew stronger by the day, We had our share of Ups and Downs . . .but at the end of it. . . We both knew the way we felt for each other. . .was Different . .It made us feel Happy. . .It made us feel Complete. . .
Until, as fate would have it, certain problems leaded to a phase where My Best Friend started thinking I deserve better people in my life. . .I Hate him for it. . . I lost him. . Lost my Diary . . .
But today, I realize, Beneath the Friendship we shared, I had started to fall in love with him.. Totally.. . . .
I know he’ll never read this . . . but I Want him to Know . . .
You are not my Soul-mate..You are some one who makes me feel complete. . .You are someone for whom I thank God. . .every single day of my life. . .
YOU ARE THE BUTTER TO MY BREAD. . .
THE BREATH TO MY LIFE . . .
(p.s : He’s also the boy who calls me Sugar ! )