The Mistletoe.

Somebody once said to someone they love, "You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire you." and god, when did people stop saying things like that?

When was the last time you saw someone by a 100 roses for their lover?

Do you even remember the last time you eye-witnessed a flash mob proposal?

I mean, HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?

To be honest, it bugs me. I mean, when the fuck did a lousy text saying "Hey you wanna hang at dominoes?" outrun the classic way guys had to go through so much trouble for one date.
Sometimes, I think we girls give away too easily.

My point is, when did classic romance turn into texts and when did phrases that would knock you off your feet turn into stupid emoticons?

I think love used to be so much deeper back in the 60's. I mean, all the shit women did to all the poor guys. My grandmother once told me how a guy who lived down the street stood in front of her house for eight months consistently even before she looked at him.
Also, guys used to be so darn romantic.
I know stories of how guys spent months looking their best, trying to impress the girl's parents for marriage and it's just not the case anymore.

I mean, are relationships these days that shallow that they don't even seem worth the effort?

Because how I think, fifty years ago or fifty years later, LOVE is always going to LOVE and there's no way that feeling of looking to your right, seeing him talk and smiling because you're so sure he's every thing, can change. EVER.

So bring out the romance people because if you love someone that ridiculously, tell them just how ridiculous you can be.
Also, take out the mistletoe because Christmas is coming and because
legend says, it's mandatory to kiss under them.

It's not enough.

I didn't get good sleep last night.

You know what I mean?

I mean, I was tired and I had to stay up and then when I was done, I couldn't sleep. I just couldn't sleep.

For the first hour, I tried tossing and turning around. You know, adjusting the pillow thinking it'll work even though it never does. 

When that didn't work out, I stared at the small portion of the ceiling that was ignited with the light from the window.

After another hour passed and I got up to pee for the fifth time, I realized, I was having trouble sleeping because five times in one night, and without beer, meant I was up for a long time. 

Then, I tried looking out the window where everything looked the same. 

For the last 2 years that I've lived here, nothing's changed actually and then I saw something..

Heard something*

Noises. You know, the sound of two people kissing and I realized the source of the noise was the room down the hall. 

I stood outside the door of the room, thinking who's in there because this room is supposed to be empty and did curiosity kill the cat?

I opened the door and I saw two teenagers making out and you'd think they'd be smart enough to lock the door if they're planning second base. 

Well, the cat was still alive, even though, it could be in shock.

You see, the girl was her little sister and the guy was her best friend in the whole wide world. 

So, how do I respond?

For a minute, I stood there thinking if it was a dream because this can't be real. 

I didn't even know they talked.

I mean, except the usual greetings when they bump into each other because of me, they had never exchanged anything. Not anything I knew of. 

Then, I thought should I be mad because my best friend, the guy who tells me everything and by everything, I mean, I knew his ex-girlfriend's entire lingerie and now he's making out with my little sister in my house and didn't bother to mention it. 

Then, I thought of my little sister. I mean, when did the girl who couldn't even go to the mall without my approval for her outfit get a guy who's 4 years older than her in her bedroom. 

For five minutes I stood there looking at them as they were cloth-hunting under the sheets and the bed. I heard noises and I saw their lips moving but I was so shocked and furious that I couldn't understand a single word they said. 

The sixth minute, I walked three steps inside, bent and picked up my little sister's pink bra that we bought together at the mall and I handed it over to her putting an end to the cloth-hunting. 

I turned around and marched down the hall back to my room when I felt a hand on my back. I turned and it was him. My so called best friend who didn't even bother to tell me that he was screwing my sister. 

I looked him in the eye, and he removed his hand and said four words, "I am really sorry."

I went to my room and lied down on my bed with the heaviest heart I had in years. 

Ten minutes later, he came into my room and asked me to say something, and all I could say was, "It's not fucking enough."

Betrayal. 

It makes you angry and gives the feeling of something burning inside your chest and you feel like it's going to crack open. 

It makes you feel as if someone punched your stomach so bad, you're going to puke. 

It makes you suffer from this pain, this excruciating pain, that doesn't end. 

Forgiveness isn't the challenge, forgetting is. 

Funnily enough, after he left the room, I tossed right and hugged my pillow, almost as if it were a person and guessed what?

I slept like a baby.

 

Stuck in the moment.❤

Fell in love from the moment we kissed,
While my love for you, was something you missed.

All these years, I've looked at you and I've wished you were mine,
And now that you are, this feels like a crime.

All those stupid places we spent hours talking incessantly,
I never thought I would fall for a Gemini.

All those days you called and I didn't pick up,
I kept thinking if I did, in the moment, we'll be stuck.

Because Cleopatra and Ceaser didn't have the crazy story we do,
And Bonnie and Clyde never had to hide, like we do.

All the hideous food and ugly pictures we kept clicking,
Lost track of time and didn't realize there was a clock always ticking.

I feel like it's a crime but it's too late since you're already mine.

But it's all right, as long as we're lying side by side,
As long as you call me every night, I'll be okay with being your bride.

I'll love you unlike the rest,
Even with all your stupid tests.
I'll kiss you when you're sick,
And I'll make you watch chick-flicks.

And you're gonna have to cope up even if it's not fine,
Because it's too late since you're already mine.

So honey, there's nothing at all you can do,
Because I'm stuck in the moment with you. 💕

All about him.

If my life was a book, that asshole would have been able to narrate every chapter without even reading it.

If my life was a song, he'd be able to play it on every instrument on the face of the earth.

If my life was a poem, he'd recite it whenever he got the chance.

If my life was a food, he would eat that for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day.

If my life was a shirt, he'd wear it 5 times a week without caring about what people would say.

If my life was a movie, he'd watch it over and over again until he knew all the dialogues.

Little did he know, my life was all about him..

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.

https://youtu.be/DF0zefuJ4Ys

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.💗