Hums for her...

If I had 3 lives, in two of them I would make the exact same mistakes so that I can finally get to meet and fall for you. Then what about the 3rd one? In that live I would probably be a traveller, who has finally learned to play flute, who writes about all the places he goes to and vlogs them to share his art with the world so that someone like me can watch, get out and find himself.

Oscar Wild said “if you know exactly what to become in life a teacher, a judge, a painter you will become it and that is your punishment, but actually not knowing what you want to be, reinventing yourself every morning, not being a noun but being a verb, being moving in life - not being fixed, that is a privilege”.

At that point of life where my priority is to just focus on myself, where I know and I tell her that she's the one who inspires me to be the best fucking version of myself. Where I wanna tell her everything, from how her notifications makes me happy every time to how I burned my finger while cooking food, from how we were just strangers in comments section to now “close friends” on insta, from how I wanna call her so bad to talk to her but not sure if I am bothering her too much. How seeing her with other guys does make me kinda jealous but I also know that I might be wrong and I understand that she might have been busy. How badly I wanna tell her that this blog is solely written for her but I also learned the hard way that one can't keep someone unless they want to stay. So I just end up writing poems about her and I don't even know whether she read this or not.

I made a ring for someone from my past from a single blade of grass (things men do in love🤌🏻) and as a return gift she gave me a leaf. I took care of it for 3 years, but let it go when I finally realised that forgiving people who hurt us is the only way to bring peace to ourselves. So yeah, I took my time in figuring out what I want.

“Tum irritate kar k to dekho, tolerance bohot acchi hai meri”.