The beloved, and the hatred.

I want to be that guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you and beg you for forgiveness even after you hung up on him, who will be the guy you lie down with and gaze at the stars, but the only stars he sees are your eyes and the sound of your heartbeat echoing through the night.
I want to be that guy who stays awake while waiting for you to reach home, who kisses your forehead and watch you sleep, who shows you off even after you’ve woken up from a deep sleep.
I want to be that guy who shows you off when you sweat, who holds your hand infront of his friends, who thinks you’re just pretty even without makeup.
I want to be that guy who wants just you in his life and no one else and we could dance the night forever in the palm of my hands with the world watching.
I want to be that guy who turns to his friends and proudly say, “thats her alright..”

I can never be that guy who’s good enough for all this. Never in your eyes.

Nothing in life hurts the most than realizing she means the world to you, but you mean nothing to her. The pain of having a broken heart is not so much as to kill you, yet not so little as to let you live.

When you love someone, you love her and everything about her.
The simplest thing about her makes your heart skip a beat and you know that missing beat is when love fills it. At time it hurts and at times it fills  you with so much passion and love and you realise that even pain cannot be compared to it.

Just like a glass, you’ve shattered me twice and you got hurt putting it back together, and its better to leave me broken than to hurt yourself putting it back together.