The day I met her...
will be the kind of story we'll laugh at when we're old, holding hands and arguing about who made the worse first impression.
Some say love begins with a spark
Well ours began with a spam
I didnt enter her world with peace
But with a peice of chaos and annoyance
But she wasnt any less of what I was
Atlast only a storm can love another storm
I saw something in her .. something I see when I look in the mirror
But this time it wasn't disappointment
It wasnt self doubt
It was chaos in its smartest and purest form
She didnt try to calm the storm in me
She matched it
Word for word
Joke for joke
Comeback for comeback
She didnt flinch when i was loud
She was louder
She didnt get annoyed
She annoyed..
For the first time i forgot time passing by
For the first time i forgot depression existing by..
Next Morning.
I logged in again ~
Not for game but for something else
Something which didnt let me sleep
Something which didnt let me get sad
A soft excitement to see her
I was wondering if she would be there
And theree she was
With a subtle anger for the chaos i caused yesterday
With a soft smile tucked into it
Thats when I called her Cutie..
Half as a joke
Half .. well because, she was
She didnt ignore it
She didnt blush
She just.. called me a Cutie too
People always ask me
"Of the two of you, who proposed whom?"
But the fact is
Neither of us did.
We just started behaving like a couple...
A good morning Cutie to a good night Cutie, and to a "don't forget
to take care cutie,"
And somewhere between those...
We belonged to each other before we even knew it...
But Love is only Love when its confessed...