Love

And at the date, I declared myself as a failed lover. A person, who really does not understand the value of a relation. But is it so true? An emotional girl like me, who cries and laughs with no sense at times, can be so valueless? Is it that I am repeating someones words? Yes may be. But lets take some time out from the rest of the world, and let me ask myself the question which no one asked me ever. "What is love according to me."

I live love. Love is not a part of my life, rather it is my life. My love is different for different perspex. I shout and ill behave with my family. But still when I am in my greatest pain, I miss them. I shout at granny with smallest of issues. But hug her silently in the midnight and sob. I get disgusted with dad because of almost all reasons, but still he is my ideal. My mom, my friend and my worst critic. All my ups and downs, everything for her. But still I never said thanks.

I love my room mate. I may not call her all the time and spend weekends with her, but still I feel like preparing dinner when she is out. I love my friends. I can do anything for them when needed, but I can not change my weekend plan. They may ask me stupid questions and I may feel agitated, but I still love to be with them, because I too can ask my nonsense.

And I love to be the princess. I do not want "I Love You" stuff all the time, but I want a pinch of respect, which sometimes can show me that I am something more than a just nagging and mad girlfriend. Someone who can lift me a bit when I feel low. When I feel I am nobody, you can tell me, "You are my everything." Who can at times hug me and feel my heartbeat. I never knew I am so meaningless ever.