What is love? It is... felt.

It's always been easier to stay shut than to talk.

It's always been easier to talk than to do.

It's always been easier to do than to feel.

I met a girl the other day and she said, "You know Ronak?"

I said, "Yes."

"Have you seen him with how deeply he loves his girl? I want someone to love me like that."

We wish things in our lives were the way they are in someone else's, it's because the lust we have for successful things. In a fast pacing world everyone likes to walk through shortcuts, and we are always searching for them, rather than trying to run on the actual path.

Love is not something where you go, Happy!!! Happy!! Happy! Happy. We fought. Sad! Sad!! Sad!!! We fought again. I don't think it's working, we need to break up. It's about mending things that went wrong, it about understanding why something happened and about feeling the pain.

It probably isn't about showing love actively, it's about the little things you do for them and they don't even know about. It's like changing their favorite pen's refill and never mentioning it. Believe me even though you think they don't notice it, real love does.

It probably isn't about going for movies, to dinner, or planning dates, to spend quality time. You could sit together for hours without saying a word and have quality time. You could be lazing around at home the entire day ad spend quality time.

It probably isn't about going to clubs and getting high before you get on the dance floor, it is about looking into their eyes and getting high, before you share an earphone and dance on the street, you may not even need music.

It probably isn't all about the moves you can do on EDM, it is like that heart felt dance on the dhol.

It probably is only about facing everything together and not just the happy part of the relationship before you split. It probably is all about making time from your 24-hour busy schedule, on days where you can't catch enough sleep and looking at them once in the entire day. Or probably it is only about making that call before they go to sleep and asking how their day was.

I guess it's not about flooding the social media with your pictures and talking smooth. Probably Ronak doesn't love his girl, or probably he does, it just doesn't show it in his eyes. However, I love the way she looks at them and I'm gonna let it stay.

P.S. All the characters are fictional and do not have anything to do with people of any caste, race, sex or tribe. Also, no animals were harmed during the making of this post.

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Don't Fall in Love - Rise

Why do we fall in love, when it is said to be one of the strongest emotions?

Why do we fall in love, when it is said to be element that makes someone?

Why do we fall in love, and not rise in love?

We as people we are, do not know a lot of things about the world we live in. Each time we wish to learn something new, we develop ourselves enough to understand it, to learn it, to memorize and use it. We make ourselves, better, we develop, we rise to a level higher than we were. Love is the most beautiful thing and we should rise, not fall. Or maybe the love we seek is weaker than the love we have and we need to fall for it?

When we meet someone, when our eyes meet for the first time, we let our guard down. We let them into our deepest thoughts, we let them into our lives, maybe it's our guard that falls. 

You look at them, angry, frustrated, pissed and for the first time in your life, instead of thinking "who cares?" you go and ask them, "what's wrong", you let you ego down, maybe ego is what falls. 

You have priorities, you have plans you have a life beyond them, they probably know everything about, but they don't know you are going to visit a friend or going to a party, a movie, or a cosplay and they call you up and say "meet me", and even though it was important you cancel on it and go to meet them, maybe it's other priorities that fall. 

No matter how good your day was, there could be one little thing that makes you angry and you are completely raged up, smashing that little tin can on our way home. You unlock the door and the give you a hug, and you melt, it brings back every single memory you had and you fall in love with her all over again, maybe it's our anger that falls.

You need to fall, to rise. When you fall so deeply, there will always be a hand to pull you up, and when they do, you are going to stand taller than ever before. That's the power of love, and I guess that is why you need to fall in it. Fall in love harder and rise stronger, don't waste it on someone you believe is worth it.

Only after the fall of a grapevine, you see a raisin. Sorry.

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Grey

What is grey?

A pigment? Between black and white?

Or a definition of dull, nondescript, or it's just being faceless?

We live in world where everyone wants to be renowned and eminent or enclosed and unknown. No one wants to be a commoner; no one wants to be grey. It's always black and white.

I live in a city, no one knows where I am, what I do, who am I? Sometimes, even I don't. If I knock at my own door and shout, "Hey! It's me!" then at the receiving end, I'm definitely going to ask, "Me who?". We all have a definition, we have fixated answers to the questions everyone asks us.

"Who are you?"

"What do you do?"

"Where do you live?"

"What do you wish to be?"

We were taught these in the school, right? It was a 5 marks question! We had to mug it up, there was no way around. It was going to decide if I'm going to get an A+ or a B  , it was going to decide if I'm ever going to get into one of those Ivy League School, it was my entry pass to NASA, it was going to decide if I was ever going to touch the moon. Or was it? If it was then why did we never ask it to ourselves. 

I'm in my room a 4-way closed wall surrounds me when I'm writing this, door locked, it post-midnight, I'm enclosed. I'm dark.

I got this idea when I was sitting with my bud at the beach, where the cold breeze hit my face. I'm bright

But it's the 3rd time I'm writing it, to check for mistakes (there are many), because I love my readers and this is for them. I'm grey.

I either eat super-healthy foods, salad and boiled eggs and hit the gym or I'm stuffing pizzas in my mouth laying in my pajamas, there's no in between, but I attended a friend's marriage yesterday, and had curry rice, am I grey?

I'm either awake till sunrise, or wake with sunrise, but some days I have different schedules, am I grey?

I don't wait at all, anywhere; or wait till it's time, but I hurry when I'm late, am I grey?

I dress like a drug addict, or for a party, but I have pairs of jeans and casual T-shirts, am I grey?

I'm in the wild, or in this room, but I attend college, where I learned to right, am I grey?

I don't meet people for days, or I'm out partying, but I reply to texts of people who need me, am I grey?

I read an entire bookshelf or entire syllabus in a day, or not a word, but I have an exam I need to prepare for, and I'm writing, am I grey?

I've loved with my entire soul, and hated with every gut in me, but I've never hated someone I love, and have come to love people I used to hate, am I grey?

We are all grey, neither us is black or white. We wish to be sometimes, and we are at times, but you can't be dark forever, and brightness fades too. What we do? How we do it? When we do it? Are things that define us. Nothing matters more than what you are and what you wish to be. Nothing. But to get to where you want to be, you have to go through society, and it is grey.

We are black, we are white, we are Black and White, we are Grey.

Remember, you need to go through 50 before yo become white or black.

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My Sunshine

I thought you were My Sunshine,

But you were a black cloud,

A thunder storm that never faded,

For it rained and thundered, the storm was loud.

I though you were My Sunshine,

But you were just a "why?",

You came in my life, like a cyclone,

And just like the monsoon skies, the clouds cry.

I thought you were My Sunshine,

But I'm the pirate and you were just a scar,

I thought you'd stay with me,

But you just walked away, as far as a star.

I though you were My Sunshine,

But you were just a phase, of us together,

All you said was bye,

What happened to those promises of forever?

I thought you were My Sunshine,

But you were my poems and my rhyme,

All you turned out to be was a  page,

That I wish decays with time,

I thought you were My Sunshine,

But I curse, I swear, because each day I've died,

Waiting for you to come back,

Be again by my side,

I thought you were My Sunshine,

You still are, and forever will be,

My heart still beats your name,

And I'll try, and I'll fight, for 'we'.

For I know you are My Sunshine,

And I killed myself in search of you,

 You are now afraid of me,

I'm dead, but have only loved you.

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The Letter

What should you do when all hell breaks loose? Cry? Give up? Fight?

He cried to the stars at night. Alone. When no one saw him.

He gave up on everything in life. No. Everything except her.

He stands up like a warrior. Broken. He still fights though.

I have been meeting this guy from like a month now, and took me hell lot of time and what do you call it? Manipulating? To take things out of him, and now, finally he spoke up. This is a letter from dear someone to dearest someone, I hope this letter finds you in good health and for once, wherever you are whatever you are doing, make a minute from your life and talk to him.

You should just look at him when he takes you name.

The glittering of his eyes.

The shivering in his voice.

The chills that run down his spine.

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 it's her birthday today, 

so let's prepare a surprise like this guy always did.

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P.P.S. These are the exact words he said, I'm just the medium (and the grammar guy) trying to make a shout and well he doesn't know about this, I'm just supporting, please help me in helping him.
Yes the names are changed, not written or in initials, but she would know who we are talking to.

***

Aisha, you know I'm probably very strong     intellectually, I learn quickly, understand things and I have a hand at math too; but I'm not that good mentally, because I'm not very good at handling uncertainty. It's been 3 years since we broke up and I still cannot accept that we have. The world reminds me very day, but I know they are all lying, now aren't they?

You know I still hope that one day when I go to my floor, up in the elevator and when that door opens, Iyouwould be sitting there on the stairs. I'll look at you and give you that 'what?' look I always gave you when you stared at me with that wry smile, and you would walk up to me, and we are going to have the tightest hug we ever had. Or you know you are just going to keep that 7 years later promise we made, meeting after we are done with are studies? Remember? So one fine evening when I walk home from office, everyone, your mom, dad, uncle, aunt, your sister, your little brother who won't be little anymore, and     you, everyone is sitting at my place with my mom and dad and brother and they are just talking and laughing and gossiping. I walk in, a little shocked, and look at you sitting under that photo frame you used to stare at, and you say "hey'", "what are you guys   ", "We are getting married."

***

I miss you every second that I'm away from you and every time I saw you passing by, on your scooty, walking or just got a glance of you from a distant mile, my love doubled for you. If we had not wasted these years in being away, and I would have got a chance to see you every day, probably we would have moved in and I got to see you every five minutes, now just think how lucky would I have been to love you so much.

But you know what did I not miss? The man... I mean the kid I was, he was so weak and fragile and...

I told you about how I took my cousins out to celebrate my SSC board results and how they made fun of me, and how they called me names, and how I was the unwilling clown of the day and how they ruined my day, how it made me feel so bad about myself, and why I did not back answer them, well, now I would say that I couldn't; and do you remember what you did? You laughed.

I told you about how my dad thinks I have a spark in me and I could do anything I wish. You know how important it is for me that my dad praises me? That he says something good about me? And do you remember what you did? You laughed.

You remember... I... I... I slapped you, once? I'm still so sorry about that and I wish I never had done that, I'm so, so sorry. But at that moment I was falling weak because you were not comfortable with all those stones poking in your feet. You could have just kept my slippers on, you didn't need to remove them, or we could have sat somewhere. At that moment, I felt weak because you wouldn't listen and I hid my weakness with my anger because I thought you would laugh.

You asked me for one thing in that entire phase we went through, you asked me to meet you dad once. You asked a guy who was afraid that if doesn't leave at that exact moment, he would be late for his coaching classes, to meet your dad? I was afraid Aisha, why would he accept me, I'm nothing, why would he let us be together, why would any dad do that, I was afraid     of losing you     and that fear took you away from me.

You told me that your dad told you that I would abandon you one day *chuckles* it went the other way around though. I'm sorry not my point. You know when you said that, for the first time I saw a tear drop rolling down your cheeks, a tear from a strong woman like you. Yes, I hugged you, I kissed your tears away, I was strong, but after you left I had my own sob story. I fell on my knees, weak, thinking how weak my love was to even let you think that.

So I don't miss that kid anymore, he was weak and I'm glad he's dead, or at least he's not dominant anymore. You taught me how it doesn't matter what people say about you when you are above them, they'll always throw some stones, you could fly higher or fall down, you taught me that my dad praising me shouldn't be the reason I try, it should be the outcome after I've tried, that he should take pride in it and not give me false hopes, you taught me to be tough, you taught me to love harder, with everything I have in me, and I still love you. I learnt that I could be anything in front of you and you would accept me, except a weak me. In these years, I don't know if I grew up, because I still slurp at my frooti, but I did grow strong.

***

You know I personally never liked you friends, but well I guess that's because I don't like my friends too. Well, your friends, why on earth did they have to spoil my every surprise. Yes, I'm talking about you SW, like seriously, why?

I just never liked your best friend, she ruined so many of my dates, they were not dates for the ideal world, but they were the world to me! For an hour in the entire day, after my college, my classes, my practices and after every damn thing, I get to meet you and she calls you up, tells you to come over, it was some stupid thing with her and we had to cancel.

And you know, I agree I talked to SW, I agree I never liked football and still don't, but I talked football with her, but you read our conversations right, they were long but you did read where they started and ended? I asked her every time that did she ask you; and if she could make us talk once again, solve our little fight. I agree I talked to your best friend too over the phone, but ask her what was the first thing I spoke. I thought it worked too, for you called me, exactly seventeen minutes later, but I never knew we are going to fight on the phone, but I still thought we are good when we started talking again after it. I never messaged or called any of your friends after that, until I realized how wrong I was, when two weeks later we broke up.

You know if it was up to me, and your friends would still have been in contact with me, I swear I would have done it all over again. Hoping that would at least talk to me right now, just this time I would not expect a "I love you", or "Let's meet" or ever a "HI, how are you?", though I have thought of so many conversations with you and how they would go when we meet. This time I would expect you to be really pissed at me, but at least you would talk to me.

But you know, for once let me praise your friends, instead of blaming them for 'you' - 'me'. if your best friend wouldn't have been there, 'we' would have never been, and probably I would have never become friends with her boyfriend and he would have never turned out to be a brother to me, though I blame him too for 'you' -'me', but still. If it wasn't for SW, we would have not talked when I was at that overnight picnic to Lonavala. If it wasn't for KB, we would have never talked again after we were caught by your uncle, and if KB never told me you like that greeting card at that shop in middle of Matunga, I would have never got to see your face when I told you "You should move on, forget about me, I'm dying... blood cancer... I know you wouldn't believe, so I bought my reports along" and you held that card in that cover for entire three minutes before you pulled out and shouted "I knew it, what hospital make red reports? Tell me?" I could still see your face, I remember it so well, that shock, awe, gasping and hyped heartbeats. I'm sorry but I love you, and I love the faces you make.

***

Even though probably we didn't do so well, but we had our moments, and you know what they are enough for me to live a life with them. I would rather die thinking of them, over making new ones with someone else. I hope you still have my white Samsung earphones. You kept them in your pink pants. I just love those pants by the way.

Walking with you and teasing you, pulling your legs and hugging you after that, these are the moment I still cherish, but I would never forget the face you had when I gifted you that ambigram and you looked at me like, like I looked at you every time we stood under that leaning tree. Walking back home with you after our classes and walking to classes and getting late every time for that morning lecture is something I still miss.

Do you still wonder why I gave you that white rose and not red? And do you still feel the need to ask me where do I keep my locker keys? My Facebook passwords is still the same, you could use my ID, only the login notifications are on, because I just want to know if you still do. Please use it once. Do you still eat dairy milk silk? I just want to know, because next time we meet, I would bring one with me and when you say you need to leave and you are getting late, I would pull it out, and say I forgot that I bought it for you and you just couldn't say no to it, and I would get those extra fifteen minutes with you. I wish to give another prelims or exams, because we shared the class and I could stare at you through the exam time and when you look back and go "what?" I would just pretend I was thinking. Or give that geography exam again and attempt extras and make you wonder if I completed that. Or that algebra exam where you lost five marks and cried? We could even keep that no hugging week challenge again, and I could you know... probably say nothing more without breaking down now. I guess that kid woke up. He says, he's sorry and that he too, loves you.

You know I don't know if you love me anymore, heck I don't know if you even think about me, do I even cross your mind? But I have come to love this idea of feeling raw, where you know for once I could do what I want. The entire world is onto me, "stop thinking about her", "She is not coming back", "don't expect anything" and I could for once tell them all that "I don't expect anything, I dream, I wish" and that I could love you without a reason and no one could stop me, not even you.

People ask me if I could move on, I say I don't want to. They say I'm never going to be happy with you, they don't know anything, do they? People say... well they say a lot of things, who cares? But, you know why I love you? Even I don't.

You know what I miss about you? 

Walking with you, miles, especially against the sun, so I could see your hazel eyes glimmering.

You sending me 95 messages when I'm mad at you and don't even text you through the day. Reminding me everything we had and saying sorry so many times!

Listening at a crying you because you thought I was dead in a bus crash in Jammu. Prepaid phones don't work there sweetheart!

You not letting me hold you, but you clinging onto my arm.

You calling me at 3 a.m. because you are afraid of under bed monsters.

You pacing up your words to fit a long story in a small span so that you could talk more, and then laughing because you could no longer control your pace.

Telling me things several times, saying it just like the way you told them first.

You looking away and laughing when you were mad at me because you don't want me to see you laugh or I'll stop trying.

You know what I miss about you?

When I hugged you from behind, whenever you were waiting for me or sat in my chair, or on your scooty, or it's just every time I came to meet you and you did. 

Mish 

Mish mish mish

mish mish

*look at me from the corner of the eye* 

mish.

(I didn't know how to write this, mish the noise you make by clicking your tongue when someone irritates you or is not listening to you or you are pissed. Try it, do one line at a time, stop for two seconds before you hop to next, it's such a cute rhythm.)

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FIGHT - An Attempt at Apology

What should you do when all hell breaks loose? Cry? Give up? Fight?

He cried to the stars at night. Alone. When no one saw him.

He gave up on everything in life. No. Everything except her.

He stands up like a warrior. Broken. He still fights though.

I have been meeting this guy from like a month now, and took me hell lot of time and what do you call it? Manipulating? To take things out of him, and now, finally he spoke up. This is a letter from dear someone to dearest someone, I hope this letter finds you in good health and for once, wherever you are whatever you are doing, make a minute from your life and talk to him.

You should just look at him when he takes you name.

The glittering of his eyes.

The shivering in his voice.

The chills that run down his spine.

If you have made this far into reading this, please hit that share button, that +1 and do retweet! Let us make this reach her! I don't know why he loves you, but just open your eyes! I don't know if she has moved on, I don't know if she's even active socially, but I know she's a reader, and

 it's her birthday today, 

so let's prepare a surprise like this guy always did.

P.S. If I could write a nine-page long letter and then type it and edit it, then you sure could share it, this is an attempt for this guy, who isn't ready to give up on his love.

P.P.S. These are the exact words he said, I'm just the medium (and the grammar guy) trying to make a shout and well he doesn't know about this, I'm just supporting, please help me in helping him.
Yes the names are changed, not written or in initials, but she would know who we are talking to.

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***

Aisha, you know I'm probably very strong     intellectually, I learn quickly, understand things and I have a hand at math too; but I'm not that good mentally, because I'm not very good at handling uncertainty. It's been 3 years since we broke up and I still cannot accept that we have. The world reminds me every day, but I know they are all lying, now aren't they?

You know I still hope that one day when I go to my floor, up in the elevator and when that door opens, you would be sitting there on the stairs. I'll look at you and give you that 'what?' look I always gave you when you stared at me with that wry smile, and you would walk up to me, and we are going to have the tightest hug we ever had. Or you know you are just going to keep that 7 years later promise we made, meeting after we are done with are studies? Remember? So one fine evening when I walk home from office, everyone, your mom, dad, uncle, aunt, your sister, your little brother who won't be little anymore, and     you, everyone is sitting at my place with my mom and dad and brother and they are just talking and laughing and gossiping. I walk in, a little shocked, and look at you sitting under that photo frame you used to stare at, and you say "hey'", "what are you guys   ", "We are getting married."

I miss you every second that I'm away from you and every time I saw you passing by, on your scooty, walking or just got a glance of you from a distant mile, my love doubled for you. If we had not wasted these years in being away, and I would have got a chance to see you every day, probably we would have moved in and I got to see you every five minutes, now just think how lucky would I have been to love you so much.

You know I don't know if you love me anymore, heck I don't know if you even think about me, do I even cross your mind? But I have come to love this idea of feeling raw, where you know for once I could do what I want. The entire world is onto me, "stop thinking about her", "She is not coming back", "don't expect anything" and I could for once tell them all that "I don't expect anything, I dream, I wish" and that I could love you without a reason and no one could stop me, not even you.

People ask me if I could move on, I say I don't want to. They say I'm never going to be happy with you, they don't know anything, do they? People say... well they say a lot of things, who cares? But, you know why I love you? Even I don't.

You know what I miss about you? 

Walking with you, miles, especially against the sun, so I could see your hazel eyes glimmering.

You sending me 95 messages when I'm mad at you and don't even text you through the day. Reminding me everything we had and saying sorry so many times!

Listening at a crying you because you thought I was dead in a bus crash in Jammu. Prepaid phones don't work there sweetheart!

You not letting me hold you, but you clinging onto my arm.

You calling me at 3 a.m. because you are afraid of under bed monsters.

You pacing up your words to fit a long story in a small span so that you could talk more, and then laughing because you could no longer control your pace.

Telling me things several times, saying it just like the way you told them first.

You looking away and laughing when you were mad at me because you don't want me to see you laugh or I'll stop trying.

You know what I miss about you?

When I hugged you from behind, whenever you were waiting for me or sat in my chair, or on your scooty, or it's just every time I came to meet you and you did. 

Mish 

Mish mish mish

mish mish

*look at me from the corner of the eye* 

mish.

(I didn't know how to write this, mish the noise you make by clicking your tongue when someone irritates you or is not listening to you or you are pissed. Try it, do one line at a time, stop for two seconds before you hop to next, it's such a cute rhythm.)

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FUMBLE

Do you believe in stars? Astrology? Nor did I.

Do you believe in fate? I do, and I believe that however adverse thing might seem right now, somethings are meant to be, and they'll fix no matter what.

I'm 19, and this is a note to someone I may have met, or might meet in the future.

I'm an old-school lover, and once I say it to you no matter what    we fumble, we fight, we don't fit, we split up, you walk away, I'm always going to be yours. I'll try to fix everything till I'm bleeding because for me there is no turning back, and I'm sure I won't regret in fact I'll take pride in it. No matter what are our chances of getting back, no matter what the world says, I'm gonna fight until I have you back.

I take pride in the people I love and the little things I do for them. I'm going to buy you everything that catches my eye, I'll buy you the most expensive gifts and spend all my savings down on your every birthday. If it's not your birthday, I just love to surprise you, and well all of these don't count to me so never mention them, I do that so once in a while I could see awing and smiling, and if you wish to mention, smile when you are wearing them. Your smile is what counts to me. But if you don't like something I do or if I fumble, say it. It's not going to hurt, I'll do everything else for you, and also things I've never done for myself. Just never say something condemning about people I love, for a matter of fact even about yourself. I'm going to get really pissed if you do so, and it's not going to be a good day, if it was already bad for you, it's going to be worse; because for me, you could never fail, but if you do I fail with you and I don't like the smell of failure. Don't worry, I regret soon when I get pissed at my loved ones, I'm going to be back with you in about an hour, apologizing and then we are going to fight, even if you don't want to. I'll do whatever it takes to back you up and I might even just stand in front of you and take a bullet, but the fight is still yours.

I wish I could take pride in showing my emotions, but well, I don't show them. I feel weak when I speak my heart, I feel vulnerable, I feel I'm going to be laughed at, so I'll not talk to you for a few days, but once I'm over it, you have to listen to every minute detail of it, and don't you dare say you need to go when I'm talking, say it before I start, not when I'm speaking. So probably when you are with me, I'll speak a lot but I don't speak up important things like "How much I love you", I show them. I could write books about you, and I would show it in gestures because you are always on my mind, all you need you do is read me. But, once in a while, I fumble, I'll probably vent out, and when I do, understand I do not cry or beg in front of people, but even if I'm at the verge if either, just understand what I'm going through, but don't laugh or sympathize, just say "It's going to be okay" or "Shit happens" and even if it doesn't, I'll believe it, because you said it.

I take pride in what I spend on you and it's revenge-time for me if you spend even a penny or extra second of your life on me and I'm going to make up for it. You can call it my ego; I'm a nut job. Somehow, I don't like the sight of people. I feel they can't stand good things and you are the best thing on this planet! So we are going to click a lot of pics, if we don't I'll have a lot of pictures of you but I'm never going to upload any. I'll frame them and put them all over my place and when someone asks me who is she, they are going to listen to the best story of their lives, but, I won't go door to door telling everyone. Even though I'm introvert I love going out with you — only you, and we'll go everywhere you say, but if I say I don't have enough cash on me, let's go tomorrow or let's go somewhere else today, yes you could pay, but it's going to be when you wish and when my pocket are full, not empty. It might not matter to you regarding who pays, but it does hurt me if you have to pay because my pockets were empty. Revenge time, remember?

No matter how many mistakes you make it's never going to matter to me, 

for all that counts to me is your effort. The effort you put in 

'us'.

Yes, I'm a nut job, ask anyone who knows me, 

but you are loved with all I have in me.

If I ever say to you, "to the moon and back", I mean it, and I mean a life, because you could drive a car to the moon and back with the energy a heart produces in a life. 

Yes, I took up science.

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