You once casually mentioned how you ate a lot of mangoes one summer and gained some weight, and now I can't buy mangoes without thinking of you. I can never tend to forget the small details. I might forget what happened this afternoon but I still remember what you said before our hands intertwined for the first time. So tell me, tell me about you, tell me a little extra, how you got that scar on your forehead, why you're closer to your mother, or how you like your apples cut in small squares cuz your granny used to cut them for you that way. Tell me why your laptop's password is 'football', tell me why you add parsley while making the omelette. Tell who influenced the way you walk, who taught you to pronounce the words this way. I wanna know, I wanna know it all. I wanna be with you, spend time with you, I wanna be there with you so much so that I know how to make the perfect cup of coffee for you or how you start your winter mornings with cinnamon toasts cuz your college roommate taught you that.
Life's too short to wait for monumental things to happen. So maybe I'll cling by your door a little more, or maybe you'll say a good night for a little longer. Maybe we could walk an extra mile while eating that ice cream from the shop around the corner which you discovered one late evening when you were hungover. Maybe we could stop caring about our voices and jam to our favorite songs at the top of our voices, or maybe tonight I'll cook some Maggi with extra spice while you make that cardamom tea with some pepper and we could spend the night talking about everything but 'us'. So honey stay with me, hold me and talk, let's just talk, talk about the things that we didn't know that we remember about ourselves so that the next morning when we wake up we know each other more than we know ourselves.
~hopeless romantic
