I am a private person. Even when I’m with you, I am not completely Yours. It takes me a forever to open up to people and make myself comfortable. This is what my Reality is!
And if you want me, Accept my Realities first, try to accompany my truths and acknowledge my flaws. Those superficial compliments ain’t what that would help me. If you can make me a person better than what I was yesterday, you should know that you’re the one I want.
It doesn’t matter whether you want me back or not, my attention towards you would never fathom away. In fact, my desires will flourish with time, sinking me deeper till I reach to a level same as yours. And then, Your biases towards life and it’s complexities would just be the hurdles I want to search my light from.
In no sense I want you to conclude my theories and in no way I want to equate our results to the same problems. As I feel complete in ‘my sense of Life’, I want you to be patient about who and what you are in yours.
I don’t wish to be the only road you chose right but the only one you managed to survive on. All those bumps and sharp turns are my Realities. I want you to fall in love with my skin beneath the one you see. Those colours your eyes effortlessly keep staring at won’t stay for long, you’ll need a vision more precise to get soaked in the ones that actually define me.
Out of all the colors swapping in your mind, you’ll always find me two shades darker. That might make me a person different than the one you frantically kept visualizing. I want you to stay as strong as I’ll be, because I don’t want those differences to build a home inside Our Difficulties.
My soul belongs to a body whose every fragment reflects the pieces it has been moulded of. To find you similar to the rains, thunderstorms or the Stars would be wonderful. To compare you with the moon, galaxies and nights would be something perfect to you.
But my Reality demands just a YOU bridging your definition of perfection to mine. Calling you My Sunrise would be beautiful but not as beautiful as Your Reality is, to me. I do not want your beauty to get judged along with the ones that are immortal. Because You are as finite as I am. This is Our Reality. A reality far greater than many greater infinities.
So if you want me, Meet my Realities first and I promise to have a handshake with yours later!