“Do you still love me?”, she said. “Of course, I do baby.”, I replied. She lets out a grin filled with joy. She grins, and everything inside me shifts and stirs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I think of her, every single minute of my existence. I consider her, in every one of those fleeting thoughts. Between all my agonies, I consider her– a delicate dance of the heart and the mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“The thick wall isn’t you.”, she said. “I know that.”, I told myself. I’m a broken child living in a grown man’s body, mimicking an adult life. But above all. I’m a man. I move my life forward with my bare hands, the same hands that could shape the reality as I know it, and the same hands that hold her index finger on a random bus ride.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She represents boundless hope. She slows things down in my chaotic mind. While I care all about creating the things I want to see in this world, she flutters her lips saying- “Wait.” She makes me taste, touch, feel and care. She teaches me to honour the little joy, stops me from convincing myself that I’m unworthy of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She knows I’m strong. She makes me stronger, strong enough to be gentle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“And what about you?”, she asked. “I’m yours.”, I replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m her in the way nature is her’s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The way there are beaches, lakes and rivers. In the way there are ponds. There are forests. In the way there are little meadows, mountain cliffs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the way there are blue sunny skies and rainy days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m her.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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