Letters to my Lover. (3)

I want you to know that I'm as loyal as a person can get. I'd go all the way to the moon and back, for you. I'd take a bullet for you, if it ever came to that. I would never leave you. No matter what happens. No matter what anyone says. You're all that I have along with my sister and my best friend. And I won't have my sister anymore once I reveal that I'm an atheist. And my bff is bound to dissappear. You're all that I'll be left with. And I hope you won't make me regret ever making the effort to open my heart, to bare my soul to someone. Because if I lose you, I'll never try again. I'll never be able to put my faith in someone. I won't be me anymore. Because you're the only reason that I even know who I am. What I am. You make me the person that I am. And without you by my side, I'll lose it all. I'll lose myself. Because I gave it all to you. And I'm never taking it back. 

Letters to my lover (2)

You want to know why I love you?

It's because of the kind of conversations we have. How we can be silly together. Cuss at each other. Argue with each other. Have serious discussions. Be romantic and flirty. And at the end of the day, be able to admit that we love each other. It's all just amazing. It's like having a best friend and a brother and a lover and a shrink  and basically everything ever rolled up into this one perfect being that I never thought I'd be lucky or privileged enough to actually ever meet. It just makes me feel special and amazing. It makes me feel wanted for the first time. That I actually matter. That if something were to happen to me, someone else would actually be hurt. It's just, this unexplainable, inexplicable feeling. It's like I want to feel it. The ecstasy. The happiness. But I've been wary. Trying not to let it take over. Because I'd be destroyed if something were to happen once it does. But it's slowly becoming more and more powerful, and I don't know, maybe now, I actually want to feel it. I want to let it take me to the moon and back. Because I would glady go through any and all pain just so I could feel this kind of happiness. This amazing feeling that I have no words to describe. This amazing feeling called Love. 

Letters to my lover. (1)

If I was a better writer, I would have been capable of expressing all the emotions that course through my heart with every word that you say. How I don't get butterflies like the rest of them ; I get fireworks when I see your face. How simply touching you ignites a fire in me that I never knew could light. You've set fire to the damp wood that was my heart and soul. And this is a fire that can never be extinguished. I might be bad at metaphors. But that's the best I could come up with to explain how you make me feel. Like I'm on a roller coaster with no safety on. Like I'm terrified but I've never been through something this exhilarating . At first I was afraid but now I crave that feeling of falling. Falling from the highest point. Falling head over heels. Falling for you.

It's weird,  isn't it? When you get so involved with someone, so close to someone, that when they're not there, you have no idea what to do. You've wrapped your life around their presence, and you wonder what the hell you used to do before you found them. And what you're supposed to do for the few moments that they're not with you. And how you'll  go back to living your own normal life like you did before them,  if they ever leave you.  Especially when a life without them in it is unfathomable. And life before them, wasn't life at all. 

Hello world!

Hello there, fellow human.
 I'm Mitchelle. A simple, geeky, Indian teenager. Better known as Mitch. I started this blog as a means to post my thoughts, poems, stuff that happens in my life, and basically anything that suits my fancy. I hope you enjoy reading my posts. I lead a relatively normal life. But it's got a few fun, quirky events popping up once in a while. And you'll be the first to know. Thanks for reading. I'm gonna make sure to post regularly. And please excuse my grammar. English really isn't my first language though based on what I've been told, I'm supposedly quite fluent. But I still don't trust my grammar skills or lack there of.
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Buhbye lovelies!
XO,
Mitch.