..Cont.

"One day you'll ask me who's life is more important, mine or yours? And I'll say mine and you'll walk away not knowing you are my life". Khalil Gibran said that once. I think its beautiful. Overused maybe, but beautiful nevertheless.

Here's a question..

Would you love me regardless of how dark and twisted I become? ..Love me regardless of my demerits and my mistakes? ..And all the mistakes I am yet to make? I mean, of course, nobody pro actively make mistakes... but as it goes, I'm a klutz. Would you love me when I'm hurting and broken and ugly?.. When the whole world demands you reject me?.. Would you still love me?

Would you love me more than you ever think you could love?.. So much that its beyond your imaginations, let alone mine?.. Yes so much that you could lose yourself in it, and remember nothing but me, and want nothing but me? ..

Would you love me until I'm nothing but dust... love me eternally? Forever? And ever?..

.....Main tau aise hi karti hoon.