On the edge of happiness...

You talk 1000 things and nothing actually registers… You give people weird ideas to make them ROFL and you don’t know what you are saying… You hear your mom talk for hours and you don’t know what she is talking about… You suddenly miss your nursery friend and just want to hang around saying nothing, when he is miles away… You want to hug and end up fighting. Suddenly you don’t know how to convey that one ‘I need you badly’… You need a silent conversation with the man you trust the most. And his early morning ‘was missing you’ calls make you miss him more… You wait for Sunday Skype sessions… You surprise yourself by answering every single call… You indulge in G-Talks and actually love it… You have this “I give a damn” feeling while replying to emails you’ve always dealt diplomatically… You end a conversation with “This will happen because I want it to happen this way” feeling “either agree, or I’ll make you agree”… You listen to some songs over and over again…

There were so many things I thought would make me happy… Like the warmth of a summer afternoon, being cradled by the moon…catching fireflies at night, building castles in the sand, kissing Mom goodnight, holding Dad's hand…running barefoot in the grass, a little hide and seek...being so in love that you can hardly eat...dancing in the dark, when there's no one else around…being bundled beneath the covers, watching snow fall to the ground… But now that the happy little soul no longer follows me, I miss her. I do. Because there are things I want to tell her… like summers do cause blisters; eclipse occurs at regular intervals; fireflies die when you catch them; waves will break your castle; while you hide waiting for someone to find you, no one might turn up; you lose your appetite more when you're out of love…snows do melt. I wanted to tell her that life is not always easy. There were so many things that scared me… Like I'd never grow up; I'd be tra

Having grown up on Mills & Boons, she always imagined sparks would fly; time would stop when she meets him. A kiss would make her melt in his arms. But meeting him, nothing happened. She didn’t melt in his arms. She didn’t feel out of the world. She just held him tight and slept peacefully, knowing her world is safe. As for the rest of the world she didn’t care. Her soul was saved. And secure!