Drunk, Cute and Beautiful

Dear drunk, cute, and beautiful

I hope this letter passes the duration of time we are together and reaches you on the last day we see each other. I hope I could be the one to read it to you so that you could feel the love in my voice while I break into tears, and you could realize how close I was to love you. But I didn’t love you. Because loving hurts more than it heals, and I am not ready for it yet.
When I first saw you, you were the most adorable human I had seen (you still are). You still managed to make my heart skip a beat without saying anything but a ‘hi’ from your beautiful and even-shaped mouth.

I swear if I could love you, I would’ve been head-over-heels in love with you since the day I saw you. A warm-toned shirt and a smile that’s all it took for you to take my heart away. I used to wonder what we would talk about (once we do, although the possibility was considerably low) when we do. But you had other plans. You did not let me think for a while because you ensured I felt at home with you more than with any place or person I was with. You ensured that I didn’t sleep in bed crying and that you would hold me close to you and caress me until I stopped crying. You never felt ‘home,’ but you surely felt home-home.

I do not know how long this will last, but for whatever duration it does, I am sure it will be a memory I’d keep close to myself (today and always). I am incapable of giving all of myself to anyone; no matter how much I wish or try, I know I’d fail. So, I’d better not try and breathe while I still can. We have spent nearly a week together, and somehow I am not bored. I look up to 11 pm every night because that’s when I see you. 

Watching you sleep is one of the most favorite things I’ve had in life. You are calm, soft, and beautiful asleep. I love waking up next to you, which may be one of the most comfortable things I’ve felt in my entire life. Let’s wake up next to each other while we still can.

With a piece of my heart and soul

From a ‘friend.’

Shallu Jaglan