Swetha Sadanand posted: " It's my birthday and I need someone to help me with the zipper on my dress that I can't reach. When I decide to wear that gorgeous bracelet I bought from the flea market that never came back to town, I need someone to work its difficult chain that I can'"
It's my birthday and I need someone to help me with the zipper on my dress that I can't reach. When I decide to wear that gorgeous bracelet I bought from the flea market that never came back to town, I need someone to work its difficult chain that I can't possibly get right on my own. I need someone on days when I could kill my boss so he can hand me a knife and convince me that I'm not a murderer. I need someone who can surprise me and agonise me with his pet peeves and irrationalities. Sometimes I need someone to turn to and ask if I look fat in an outfit while he mumbles something as he is busy on the phone so I can throw the TV remote at him. I need someone who gets how I love dark poetry and how the bitterness in my soul should always be higher than that of my coffee. I need someone who I can look at when I pause reading and know that if the whole world around us was on fire, I still wouldn't have to panic. On nights when I'm alone and feeling like a wreck for no tangible reason, I need someone who can hand me a bucket of chicken and a tub of ice-cream, restoring my faith in humanity. I need someone ordinary who I can laugh with, someone who smells good and who shares principles similar to mine. I need someone whose smile is enough to make me feel at ease when I'm sick - both physically and mentally. When I'm stuck in traffic, I need someone who joins me when I sing along to the radio in the car and if it is a particularly hot day in summer, I need someone I can complain about the weather to - with the kind of passion nobody else would understand. I need someone who forces me to get out of bed every Monday morning when I decide to take a sabbatical from work, inspiring me to go out and conquer the world, or better, the universe. I need someone I can love with confidence because he is the kind of guy who understands heartbreaks and would place his hand in mine and trust me not to destroy his will to live.
Why is it that when I picture this someone in my head, he looks a lot like you? If you are the one I truly need, am I better off alone or should I finally tell you how I feel?
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