Time flies, isn’t it?
Three years it has
been since I first held you in my hands.
You were crimson red with
a hint of dark on your edges all around. On the corner shelf of a dim lit room you
were whispering to me, “Come. I shall be yours through misery & mystery. Hold.
I shall take you through pain & pleasure. Know. I shall be your truth
forever.”
I took you away.
I had dreamed of a journey
together full of possibilities, but I could never be bold. My lips trembled
when they took your name. My hands shivered when they felt your weight. I never
dared touch you.
Perhaps, I was afraid of
you; your popularity, your controversies. I never wanted others to know about
our association. After all, I was a good guy.
I put up a mask, like
a veneer that hides ugly furniture. I pretended and further pretended. Every
day, I waged a battle inside. A strange fear kept holding me back from giving what
was duly yours.
Oh, dear! I didn’t know
you were so resilient. Three long years you waited silently to let me tell this
world that I had had you!
Yes, I have got you
and I’m not ashamed.
I want to know you. I want to understand you.
Those 392 pages of you are mine and I shall definitely treasure you.
Truly Yours
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