The Idea of Us

I’m scared,

Scared to tell you that I love you,

Because I fear the consequences of it not turning into US.

Little did I know that

You were the most beautiful person, this world has ever seen,

A world that consists of you and me

And by beauty, I don’t mean physical appearance, rather the way you love dogs,

The way you define things,

The way you think and

The way you are.

Work and Life,

Came together, and we focused on work, like the world does

We started speaking out of work

And my heart started blushing, even though my cheeks couldn’t

I focused on the bigger things,

That we were meant to be someday,

The future that seems delightful,

Just as the kids we may have

But my mind was unsure of you being available,

And my heart trashed all the possibilities as it wouldn’t be able to process the reality,

the harsh reality.

So I started living in that fantasy

Where I was the person everyone wants to be with.

Slowly and gradually,

We opened up, about our lives and ourselves

I started sharing mine and you overshared yours

I started to feel special

Thinking I was the only one who knows these things

I was hurt when I found out that you overshare things with everyone, everyone else;

I was astounded,

Thinking what could be the possibilities

And I couldn’t swallow the reality, just as the food in front of me.

I started becoming restless and tried my hands to be a part of you, desperately;

And when I got to know that you feel the same for someone else, someone special, whom you truly admire, I let it be lively.

I didn’t feel bad this time,

My brain acted as a bigger brother to my heart,

My heart understood the situation,

But still loved the idea of us.

The idea of us, being together.

PS. Wrote this piece back in October 2021