You and Me

I always wondered if I would ever meet someone who would truly love me for who I am, without all that jazz. How am I to know who really loves me once I am out into this materialistic world of dissections and judgements? How would I ever know if its real ? Or even whether its love in the first place? Because I loved once and I lost. Not him but myself. For what’s worse when love leaves you before you leave each other.

But amidst all this mess a higher purpose was busy weaving a love story- the best love story of two strangers who must have crossed paths so many times on these busy streets of life, who must have been together at the same place without the slightest pull of the threads attached, who must have been sitting right next to each other for months in the same space and time, living moments of finding a heart as familiar as one another beating across a distance. Everything building onto a higher purpose, so amused by the show. Pulling the thread just enough to bring them close ONE Baby STEP at a time till the cloth softly wrapped them together in a WALK of a mile. And so they met as YOU and ME.

From strangers to friends to companions walking down the same road where we once walked past each other and the roads turned to a shore struck by the waves of love at sunset while the night fell upon us blending the two edges and YOU turned into ME and I turned into YOU.

And here we are with the hands that once swung alone now swings together. Hands strong enough to move the curtain to see through each other from across two countries. And less did we knew when your night became my day as we used the same thread to tie the two together in love. From “You are my friend” to “I am your reflection” , our hearts turned into mirrors where I no longer saw You and Me but US.

Then you swept me off my feet and held me as I was about to fall and hugged me tight when I tried to let go. You kept me steady in the waves and never let me fall except in love with you as we nurtured our passion away. You kept me warm when I shivered. We have seen our strength fade away, our mind going all over the places , our tears as we broke down slowly inside and died each night, but we kissed away the pain and the fury and cradled us to a stronger day as we pulled the cloth on us to grow together underneath. HE stitched two differences together into a bond of love. And with our thoughts so different only to converge into a beautiful reunion.

We were never in want of love because we were always in need of it. I always knew you somewhere and you always knew me, what’s left to be known is just US. The most beautiful purpose being we find ourselves each day through each other. Maybe that’s how HE wanted us to meet our own self. We fell in love without being told to, without somebody else trying to, without reasoning, without law but with instinct , with a purpose higher than ourselves and with the desire of waking up next to each other every morning. We are not meant for a wedding; we are meant for a marriage because we will never complete each other or be our better halves. We don’t need to complete each other , we just need to make our love complete irrespective of religion and society. I hope in the ocean of our life we stand together against every wave crashing through our love , our hands still swinging together and our hearts still wrapped under that piece of cloth HE weaved for us because someone once said "

“Each time I look at you,Each time I smile at you,YOU define love for ME”.