Rules of the game

Dear Stranger,

A time will come, after you've known me for a few days, that you would start to think that you know me well, so well that you would think that I am an emotional and predictable mess. My emotional rawness and impulsiveness, at times will confuse you, for I am not the kinds who would shy away from wanting to get the stars for you. I believe in equality, but I am not the kind who searches for an opportunity to try and prove how feminist I am, by being condescending towards you- if you do not pull out the chair for me. You might think, that my ability to love fearlessly, is a sign that I am needy. But you'd be wrong- just like so many people I have met before; who chose to see me how they wanted to and not once, for who I really am. If I can love, I can bend all forces to be with you. That, though wouldn't weaken my resolve to walk away if you can't love the entirety and chaos of me. I would want you, all of you- with all your darkness and the secrets that you think are yours alone. 

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You would label it as lack of trust and comfort that would come with time. But love, my sweetheart, binds us in ways that time and comfort become redundant and obsolete. There is something in the way I will love you, that the metaphysical distinction between our souls would cease to exist. People say that we fall in love several times, but its never the same love twice.

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I differ, for I do not know, how to love halfheartedly. I won't look into your eyes, thinking of my first kiss, or the first time I held someone's hand. All of these moments- morphed me into who I am, made me fearless enough to believe in love- one that transcends time and space. I will not shy away from telling you how a heartbreak seemed like the end of the world and yet how I healed- slowly, putting myself back into the whole I once was.

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And if I am giving you my love, you will know that a part of my soul will have found a horcrux- that I will continue to grow, evolve and bloom as long as me and you are scattered across this vast infinity of life. And when we part, I promise you'd not regret it; because one of the things about love is that it can bring out our worst and our best.

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And you would hate the worst, I would bring out in you. 

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So, play- shall we?

-S.