I know the spasms of fear and anxiety that hit you at the time you need to hold your ground the most. I know how you hold back tears because you don’t have the words to explain them and the right person every time to understand them. I know how you try to hide yourself in the pages you write on. I know how you end up spilling all your magic there. And I want to tell you that I am proud of you. I am proud of the little steps you are taking these days to become a better woman. I am proud of the way you find reasons to laugh when you don’t want to smile. I am so proud of you that I want to give you a hug. You are the littul giggly girl who might not be happy all the time but ends up brightening everything up when she is. The sort of girl who leaves me swooning and in merry wonderment. I know I haven’t been the most supportive partner, but you have never complained. You’ve welcomed me and loved me through all my phases. Every so often I look around for a lover, a person who’s exactly the sort to steal my heart. But the truth is, no one has ever stolen my heart like you have. If there has been a voice that has soothed me even at 4 in the morning, it’s yours. If there is a face I have looked at and slowly smiled to myself is yours. Amu, you are my kind of person. With the right teaspoons of tenderness, happiness, love and beauty all rolled into one. It brings tears to my eyes (happy one’s of course) to have the sweetest fortune of spending a lifetime with you. I love and respect you that much. We might not always have a hand to hold onto, or a shoulder to cry on but I know we have each other. I’ll forever be yours. And I know you will be mine too.
Between us, we won’t ever run out of love. Or madness.
I love you beyond articulatory terms.
Always have, always will.
by @ameesha_rana
