What’s between us is an
unidentified thread that neither he nor I can see. It’s quite funny to recall
all the conversations yet every time I do so I feel myself full of life. Yes! He
remained to be my soulful motivator. In between the silly conversations there
are several time when he fell for me and many more times when I fell for him.
While in this process of falling we, yes we started to climb upon the stairs
for our career. The process of climbing sometimes sounded like boredom yet we
had no choice.
Stairs to the career! Hmm really seem
hard to match up rhythm with the same idiotic person when the criteria and your
career differ. There were piled complaints of him when I used to have no time
for him. Even I remember myself saying he hardly cares, why should I care? But
the thread connecting us never broke. It just went connecting closer and
closer.
Remembering, how we started? Hmm,
the day I told him I am a bad girl, haha that’s really funny but he believed I
was not. So that belief is the major reason we are connected. Moreover, the way
we imagine and fantasize the world in our head is also the connection we have:
yet unseen and unrealized at many points. Even after connecting this close he’s
not my boyfriend nor is my best friend. May be he exceeded both: he holds a
respect from beneath the heart, while my heart finds no words to express. The
feeling just complicates me.
He hardly knows how I create
these silly imaginations in head. My source is him, yes him. All the romantic
thoughts, all the thrilling flirts, all the inspiring vibrations, everything
comes from you and our silly conversations. An unseen connection that drives us
and the silly conversations that connect us are the only meaningful base to our
relation. It is really complicated to define who he is to me though flirting
with him makes my mood glow.
Every time he admired me, I kind
of blush. “Your eyes are the most playful factor I have ever seen in life miss
beautiful. No doubts they are beautiful. Intensity of your eyes they drive me
crazy like hell, seems like almost half of your secrets you hide in there.”
These words from him are damn locked in this heart. Every moment he says he
loves the way I think, I want him to realize I always think of the connection
between us but nothing else. At the end of every day I think about us falling:
then next morning starts with the thought of climbing me and him into our life.
I then think to keep this connection safe just to make sure my soulful life is
him. And he is neither my boyfriend in the romantic hour nor the best friend in
my cries and laugh. He is motivation! motivation of my life, my living... Oh Butterfly! Dear Butterfly! You inspire me every day, I may not express nor say.
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