Retarded much,special still.

We don't have to all posh and classy all the time.
I prefer being complete brats at times.
You don't have to buy me flowers, sharing songs from youtube does the trick.
We don't have to dine fancily at Petercat, we can make a fool of ourselves gorging on huge burgers at KFC instead.
You don't have to kiss me goodnight, pillow fights shall be our bedtime ritual.
You don't have to take me partying in The Park on every special day, we can veg out in front of the TV in our pajamas,in my room, and tune into F.R.I.E.N.D.S perhaps? With Act II popcorn?
You don't have to wear a tuxedo, to compliment my cocktail dress. Because I'm not going to wear one too often,
I choose Converse over stilettos and I absolutely adore you in your hoodie.
You don't have to take the cheque always, lets go Dutch instead.
You don't have to be mushy all the time, *Kicks bhutu out of the room* conversations suits me fine.
You don't need to get me Chocolate mousse or what ever they call it on Christmas, unequal chunks of Milkibar are cherished way more.
You don't have to throw me a surprise party on my birthday, being the first one to wish makes me happiest, and more.
You don't have to hold my hand on the way home,and make me blush. Just assure me people who die on metro tracks doesn't suffer for long.
You don't need to work hard to please me,
You just have to keep me happy, like you do.

Effortlessly, all the time.

Say Amen, please do?

The Last Night Of the Year.

Startled she was, when she suddenly noticed the time and date at the corner of the taskbar.
Past 12, and it was already 31st December,2011. The last night of the year. The year that changed everything around her, for ever, and her.

Sleeping through this night would be a waste, she picked up her notebook instead. The same one Alex had gifted her, on her 18th birthday.

Long time had elapsed since then, since she turned 18, followed by 19,which was not acknowledged. Not by the right people anyway.

2011. Was it happy? Was it sad? Heartbreaking? Too full of exciting new prospects?
A little of all the above perhaps, and it was too full of memories.

Of a very busy January,with exams looming. And of whispered late night phone calls.
Of stolen kisses on Valentine's day. And of discreetly making love under warm blankets.
Of one month long ISC in March. And of that one breakup, that broke her.
Of tears,shrieks,dope and endless drama throughout April. And no sunshine.
Of regaining sanity and finding a person to trust. And awkward watery smiles.
Of making it to one of the best Universities of the country. And of new found freedom.
Of new courses, new life, dating retards, parties. And of unfinished craving for closure.
Of settling down, and finding contentment.
Of almost falling in love again in childlike bewilderment. And rejection.
Of best friends, the ones made for life, or atleast a very long time. And true happiness.
And an inexplicable longing, for some more.

Too many memories. Scattered, in bits and pieces.
I am not worried about my new friends, I'm taking them along with me to 2012.

But him. Letting go of our last year together.
Of abrupt endings, and an overwhelming physical pain.

Whiner much.

I am scared of strange things.
Of too many tabs open on my net browser, and of waking up at 6am.
Of the cluttered Wikipedia edit page, and of travelling alone.
Of company, and of isolation.

And of that fact, that everything I'm saying makes absolutely no sense.

Yes, I suffer from mood swings.
And sometimes I whine too much.
I drive at break neck speed to buy canned condensed milk, when my mum refuses to make me custard.
I cry for hours at an end when my head hurts.
I suffer from writer's block, and fail to edit the Wiki.
Sometimes I feel depressed for no reason at all, and want to quit.
While at others, nostalgia winds me up bad.

And I annoy you, till you are you actually repulsed.

But its alright, someday I shall make it through.
I will always be okay in the end, I can always choose to be happy.
Not good enough for you, but almost.

I only ask for a little patience,
I can't promise that I shall permanently refrain from cribbing,
But I promise I shall never give up.

Not in the long run.

PS : You are perfect.
And I can't help apologizing over and over again, even when its not my fault.