Nuts…

not me, but the one who I share my life with… She is Nuts! (Of course, that’s her pet name… I can’t recall an instance where I have called her by her name ever since we became friends… and that was since a long time…)

Through out the time she has shown me what love is and how to love… I always thought that “giving everything you have, without expecting anything in return” is love… Nuts, my own Nuts, has shown me that, it in fact; is the case on numerous occasions… How much she has sacrificed for me, and that being done with no expectations from her side at all, is simply amazing… Am I not the luckiest to have found the love so genuine…?

She would ask for a birthday present from her parents when she was schooling, not cause she wanted that or she loved that… but merely cause she knew that I liked it and loved it… And even without opening her present she would give that to me as a present… As usual I found myself speechless… Not once, not twice but many a times that my brain fails to remember…

She would trust me beyond all the extremes… She would confide in me letting me know her very own soul that she knows about it herself… I’m no Guru of love but I am positive that I have found my love…!

As long as I live, I will try better than my best to be all you want me to be!

I love you and you mean the whole world to me…

Toi et Moi!

We share such a love
since so many years
and also precious memories
of tender moments and times
that only we can understand!

With time we have learnt
about our strengths and limits,
what makes us happy
or what irritates us...

Yet, the most important is that
even today we still have
the same vision of things
and we are on the same path
with one another!

We live a profound and
a real relationship
Never I would ever exchange
my life that I have built with you
for all the gold in the world!

Je t'aime!

If I can be half the man he is…

… I would consider myself worth living! There were times I thought he didn’t understand me, there were times I was certain that he was wrong, there were places where I thought he could have done better… But more often than not, it was proven over and over that I was the one who did not understand, was wrong, who could have done better…

He wouldn’t preach as much as I would (yeah, I think I do that more than I should probably be doing…) But he would tell stories most of the time… Rarely would he explain what the story meant or give the interpretation for the story… I was to find the meaning… Yet, whenever I was in doubt he was there…

He taught me not to compare but to do things in the best way I can… He taught me not to compete with others but only with myself… He taught me what it was to sacrifice and live with no regrets… He taught me how to help and be forgotten by those who were helped… He taught me keep my mouth shut but actions open when it matters… He taught me all he could and nurtured me for all he could not be… And what I was, what I am and what I will be; was not, is not and will not be things I did by myself alone…

Tha, I consider myself worth living if I can be half the man you are! I love you… Have a great birth day!