Step One : You say, "We Need To Talk."

So you ride this bus everyday and you sit at the last seat every time you get on to that bus.
Every day, a small girl of 5 sits at the corner seat with her school bag clenched between her thighs.

You see her everyday and never care to exchange a word with her.
But you see her everyday, for the next 13 years.
You see the same 5 year old girl grow up to be 18 and you still don't care to exchange a word because you're too stubborn.

Then one day, you get on to that bus and don't find her there. You comfort yourself with a rational explaination.
The next day, you don't even notice that she's not there.
Until a week passes, and you see another bus passing by with the girl in it.

Do you feel bad?
I mean, you shouldn't.
Why would you feel bad over a stranger changing her bus?

But you do. You feel bad and you always will regret every day that went by and you didn't talk to her.

I mean, how many chances did you have?
You let her go.

And now your bus isn't your bus anymore because the one person that made a random bus, your bus is not there anymore.

Houses don't turn into homes without people and humans add value to time, money and materials.

Money can never add value to us.

No matter how much you deny it, this will be the truth.

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The promises in heartbeats.

Somewhere between knowing nothing like John Snow and knowing everything by hearing your voice, I sort of fell in love.

Somewhere between the lines of deception and reading between the lines, I sort of felt something I never felt before.

Somewhere between planning a visit for weeks and showing up randomly, I started to like your eyes.

Somewhere between hearing your voice and looking at your face while you talked, I felt weak in my bones.

Somewhere between calling you after cutting my wrist to promising you to never do that again, I wondered what I would ever do without you.

Somewhere between carresing your cheek to being on top, I wanted to promise you I would be there forever.

Somewhere between shitty donuts and shitty sandwiches, I felt like I can eat pizza for you.

Somewhere between you and me, I found us.
Somewhere between you reading my blogs and my blogs being about you, I fell in love.
I felt weak in my bones.
I wondered what would I ever do without you.
I wondered you staring and I pictured you noticing how I roll my eyes.

I can't possibly promise I'll forever be around, but I'll always be there.

What I can promise is that I'll be here listening to all the songs you tell me to.
I'll watch all the rom-coms and I'll make you waffles.
I'll do all the things you've earned and,

You've earned all of them just by looking at me.

Sleeping sirens say that "I can't promise that things won't be broken, but I swear I will never leave."

And all I can do is, second that every second I spend with you for the rest of my life.

The First Sunday Of August.

When I was little, during the end July, I made a list of all my friends and people who deserved a friendship band.

During the first week, I saved pocket money so that I could buy all the bands I like.

Then, I spent the first weekend of August at the stationery, buying friendship bands for everybody I loved.

And then on Monday, when I went to school, I spent the day hugging my friends and giving out bands to the rest of the gang.
 
Then, all my friends spent the entire day hiding their bands in lunchboxes because some idiot who probably never got no band, complained to the discipline incharge that we carried bands to school.

Then, vans were the showdown time.
Who got how many bands? I got more.
Wait, that's half?

And after reaching home, the first thing I used to do was keep all of my bands inside my favorite drawer like mom used to keep her gold.

People called it Friendship's Day and this was how we celebrated it.

Years have passed since that has happened. Now, we send each other whatsapp messages at 12 am and add kisses to show we mean them.
We upload pictures with the ones close to us and write captions with overrated statements.

So the point is, why do we do all of this?

The answer is very easy. It's because we love our friends.

Why do we buy the expensive bands for some and cheap ones for others?

Because we love some of our friends more than we love the rest.

Why do we take care of the bands even when they cost 20 bucks?

Because we value the effort and to treasure of having a friend.

Why do we feel nice when we get bands in return?

Because it feels good to know that we're loved right back.💗