Supernatural Superserious

I didn’t think something could eclipse my happiness at being in the United States, but something has. Or rather, someone has. And the journey has been beautiful so far, like she is. It has been 12 years since I last met her, but it feels like we’ve known each other for a lifetime. It’s been so good for the both of us that we have talked for every single day since the day I called her when I was in Paris.

Of course, there have been a few blips, and that one night in transit when I missed talking to her, but we’ve sorted all problems so far. She’s been everything that I expected from her and more; kind, beautiful, gentle, intelligent, caring, extraordinarily wise, helpful, emotional, an artistic genius and incredibly mentally strong. I know I’m extremely lucky to have met her, and any guy would be a fool to think otherwise.

Oh, what a wonderful experience it has been so far. Paris, Interlaken, Venice, Rome, London, Mumbai (since she doesn’t like it being called Bombay), and now Denton, I have lasting memories of my talks and video chats with her. I’ve shared so many things with her that I wouldn’t have shared with anyone else in the world. She knows so many of my deepest secrets, and I trust her with them. I feel incredibly safe talking to her about everything in the world.

This post is probably going to make her say “Aisa kaisa” in her trademark tone, and snort in derision, but I hope she knows what I think of her. I’d rather not say it here, for fear of an overload of sappiness.

So B (my nickname for her, short for Beautiful), you know I love you and I’m eagerly waiting to meet you in December. Think about Brooklyn Bridge and all the memories we hope to create. I hope that makes your heart flutter like it makes my stomach flip. Menka, please don’t be frightened away by this post either.

So, don’t be afraid, I will hold you near 🙂

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anyone before this, and I know this feeling is something that should withstand the vagaries of time and space.

Now there’s nothing
Dark and there’s nothing weird
Don’t be afraid i will hold you near.
From the seance where you first betrayed
An open heart on a darkened stage.

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