Letter Nine!

Hi there Morphine,
   this is a special post. special cuz i am posting this while things are great between us. but still since i mustered the energy to get up and skip my studies and write this, you can understand that  there is something bothering me. but i'll come back to that later. right now i wanna start by saying that you've been an amazing girlfriend to me. and even though you're not gonna read this in time,  i know that someday you're gonna. and all this, whatever i do these days, everything, is for that someday.
   12 days left for my final battle with the Indian education system and honestly i don't think i have it in me to face it. every morning when you call to wake me up, i wish that the call never ended. i don't know how you do it, but if i had my way, i would blow up the rest of time in the college and stay with you. in whatever ways possible.
   and after you hang up the phone i usually make myself a cup of tea, (from the tea bags you sent me) and with the milk packets you sent me and with the energy that you radiate over the phone i fell like today i am gonna make it big. really big. sometimes i end up making huge targets for the day due to the great jump start that you give me and i get disappointed when i am not able to achieve it, but at the end of the day i go to sleep smiling. thinking about the magic you can create from so far away.
    but whenever i think too much about you, i get a little scared. cuz i know that you're gonna have a hard time believing that i actually do miss you so much. all the time. and since i am such a failure at making you realize what you really mean to me, i am scared that one of those guys from your college is gonna succeed in convincing you the same about him and i am gonna be left alone. incapable of talking you out of it, and incapable of loving anyone or anything ever again.
    coming on to the thing that has been bothering me... its farewell day in your college, and you have really been on your toes for this thing. you had called a while back to tell me that there's a chance that you might be forced to dance with one of those creepy seniors. i don't know much about them so i don't expect anything from them, i don't know what to expect from them, and from what you've told me about them, i wish they all disappeared and never showed their faces to you again.
   but i know this, that i love you. and i know you. and i know that you're never ever gonna do anything in your power to hurt me. unless it's to punish me for something i did :p or it's out of some misunderstanding. and right now you're predisposed to both of these conditions. I've been there so i know what all a guy has to do or say to get almost any girl to do almost anything he wants her to. that's the shame. that's why it's bothering me so much.
   you've fallen prey to their motives a million times before and that almost always killed our relationship almost every single time.
   but it's the "ALMOST" that's been keeping me hopeful and alive. that's the measure of how awesome you are. how awesome we are. you've somehow kept the ship afloat in the midst of some of the worst tumults people can see in their relationships. thanks to your parents for that. and thank you for believing that i was better than any situation that you had to face.
   well this is to tell you that i still am.
   be careful out there crazy filly,
   it's a bad bad world. especially with us apart, it sucks.
   i'll be right here, trying to  figure out which book is the best to study stevens johnson syndrome from.

   -Mr Sharma

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