Loving him is so lively - it is like breathing. When you're young and healthy and full of life. Loving him is not something I need to do but something I am doing all the time - without realizing, without planning, without even thinking of it. Loving him is involuntary - something I do earnestly, with all my heart, without caring of consequences.
Loving him is like appearing in the exam and you see the question paper and it looks like you know all the right answers - you smile and boost yourself up and begin to pen down the things you might have never seen before - never learn before. You have no clue what you are writing but you're writing anyway - and that too flawlessly, without any mistake, unstoppable, and confidently. And here is your result - you top the exam, you succeeded through it, and all that effortlessly.
Loving him is like listening to your favorite songs on the way to home and it seems like someone has set up the playlist to all your favorite songs - and they are playing on repeat, and you keep singing with them with your eyes closed and shaking your head slowly to the rhythm of the songs. And then you realize you're singing along with some songs you have never even heard before - or you never had any idea of them existing, yet, you sing them anyway, you love them anyway - and all of them are your favorite. You keep listening to them, and you keep enjoying them regardless of their lyrics, or the time, or their genre, or who is their singer - because they all make sense to you perfectly.
Loving him is like dressing up like a princess with a flowing beautiful gown, and a tiara on your head, and a diamond necklace, and a Ruby ring, and crystal sandals. You are looking pretty, and beautiful, and elegantly graceful. Dancing in the ballroom and everyone is amazed how perfect you look and how precisely everything is fitted for you when you never even take the measurements to stitch your dress, or you never gave the size for the sandals, or tiara, or the ring and still, it all fits you perfectly like that sandal fits only on Cinderella's foot.
Loving him is everything you ever wanted and desired but something you never planned or intended to, but now, it is all you do, and you do it with the full devotion and sincerity. Loving him is natural, and majestic, and easy, and oh-so-easy - even when you are unaware of what love is, and how to do it, but, you do it anyway, and you don't just do it, you master it.
Loving him gives you wings with which you fly - you fly so high, up above the skies. Although, you never learned to fly, and you don't actually have wings, but you are flying - and that too without caring. You spread your wings, you keep your head high, and you jump from the tallest building in this world - Burj Khalifa, or maybe the highest mountain peak - Mount Everest, and you are not scared, you let your body loose, and begin to float in the sky - or maybe heaven. You are not afraid even when you know you are going to hit the ground, and your body will be in pieces, and you will die - but you are not afraid of heights, nor the falls and neither dying. You fly and fly high. You fly and fly higher. You fly and fly the highest. You reached the ecstasy, you saw the heavens, you are singing in merriment and joys, you began to come down - the gravity is pulling you back, you saw the ground, you saw the death, you smile broad and bright, you close your eyes, you imagine his face, and you hit the ground. You hit the ground with all the broken pieces of your heart, and a bruised soul, and a mouthful of sand and blood, and you die. You die - and all so majestically, and fearlessly.
Loving him ..... was deadly!!
Loving him is like appearing in the exam and you see the question paper and it looks like you know all the right answers - you smile and boost yourself up and begin to pen down the things you might have never seen before - never learn before. You have no clue what you are writing but you're writing anyway - and that too flawlessly, without any mistake, unstoppable, and confidently. And here is your result - you top the exam, you succeeded through it, and all that effortlessly.
Loving him is like listening to your favorite songs on the way to home and it seems like someone has set up the playlist to all your favorite songs - and they are playing on repeat, and you keep singing with them with your eyes closed and shaking your head slowly to the rhythm of the songs. And then you realize you're singing along with some songs you have never even heard before - or you never had any idea of them existing, yet, you sing them anyway, you love them anyway - and all of them are your favorite. You keep listening to them, and you keep enjoying them regardless of their lyrics, or the time, or their genre, or who is their singer - because they all make sense to you perfectly.
Loving him is like dressing up like a princess with a flowing beautiful gown, and a tiara on your head, and a diamond necklace, and a Ruby ring, and crystal sandals. You are looking pretty, and beautiful, and elegantly graceful. Dancing in the ballroom and everyone is amazed how perfect you look and how precisely everything is fitted for you when you never even take the measurements to stitch your dress, or you never gave the size for the sandals, or tiara, or the ring and still, it all fits you perfectly like that sandal fits only on Cinderella's foot.
Loving him is everything you ever wanted and desired but something you never planned or intended to, but now, it is all you do, and you do it with the full devotion and sincerity. Loving him is natural, and majestic, and easy, and oh-so-easy - even when you are unaware of what love is, and how to do it, but, you do it anyway, and you don't just do it, you master it.
Loving him gives you wings with which you fly - you fly so high, up above the skies. Although, you never learned to fly, and you don't actually have wings, but you are flying - and that too without caring. You spread your wings, you keep your head high, and you jump from the tallest building in this world - Burj Khalifa, or maybe the highest mountain peak - Mount Everest, and you are not scared, you let your body loose, and begin to float in the sky - or maybe heaven. You are not afraid even when you know you are going to hit the ground, and your body will be in pieces, and you will die - but you are not afraid of heights, nor the falls and neither dying. You fly and fly high. You fly and fly higher. You fly and fly the highest. You reached the ecstasy, you saw the heavens, you are singing in merriment and joys, you began to come down - the gravity is pulling you back, you saw the ground, you saw the death, you smile broad and bright, you close your eyes, you imagine his face, and you hit the ground. You hit the ground with all the broken pieces of your heart, and a bruised soul, and a mouthful of sand and blood, and you die. You die - and all so majestically, and fearlessly.
Loving him ..... was deadly!!
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