The right fire

 This might be too quick to put out but, maybe he is her healer. She has been a lot happier since he has shown up. Things weren't quite in pace when he randomly appeared. The situation was quite bad. They have significantly improved. She is happier now and her heart is full of butterflies. She is expressing her overflowing gratitude as and when. 

She is pouring the nectar of kindness into everyone's share of happiness as she has all this time but earlier she had very little of it left with her.  

She knows; she knows this dependable happiness is not good but then again why would you prune the only branch that is flowering from the seeds you have been sowing for years now? 

They say, " When you are cold, you accept any fire in the way." 

Yes, he is that fire that lights up her darkness. Though even dimly lit. But, he is not 'any' fire. He is not a fire that merely lights up her darkness but it keeps her warm. Her delicate heart, even, is lit with fiery passion filled with meaningless excitements. He provokes them and in turn, she evokes them. 

There had been small sparks of such light but oh weren't they merely light. But he is the right fire.

She keeps zero expectations of the continuation of this passion-filled aura that illuminates her heart with a tingling sensation. A sensation like no other.

It is too quick, again.

colours of hope and happiness

 

Here she is, again, happily jumping in her bed covering her pinkish-blushed cheeks. Strings of words are taking the form of tornado-churning butterflies again. The electrons in their bond of attraction are getting excited and forming another complex of inevitable fantasy.

no, there aren't any flattery entities involved. An interaction of care, of remembrance, of thinking positively of the other- beyond the speculations of the worldly peepers. There ain't any way. The general thought of getting obsessed with flattery seems so not right. There might be involvement but is it not necessary?

Gardenia of helpless flora is blooming with utmost grace in her heart filled with uncertainities. they are slowly hiding them in the pursuit of their vibrant colours of hope and happiness. She seems happy again. 

May the impending prophecies collide their stars in alignment with hearty adventures.

It seems to be engraved in their souls,

'To be each other's peace, to heal.'

Self-talk (May she heal)

Letter to her (intense version)

My dear little lady,

Get your unhealthy obsession. it will cost you things that you will forever regret. As if there aren't already enough reasons to cry yourself to sleep. Protect yourself, and don't fall prey to your wicked attachments.

As Kanha says, 'Moh', that is what it is and that is what is going to ruin it all for you. It is high time that you get up and walk the path of victory. No shackles of unhealthy attachments weighing you down. You have got it all wrong in the earlier days, you for sure don't want that to repeat. 

He will come back. He isn't someone you don't know. He is right here. Stay aloof. Stay grounded. He is in between. He is angelic and flies back to you. When he flies, he will find a way back to you. 

If you are the honey, he will be your bumble bee. (Be the most expensive honey)

Till then, look forward. Don't stop. You are not allowed.

Admist chaos (Lonely?)

To reverie (unsent letters) 

Maybe someday you will realise that you have become a fair source of my happiness. The small curve on my lip that was fading away has recently started showing again. Though only for a few minutes a day, I am actually genuinely smiling. Oh, how I tell you it's been such a long time since I have smiled to myself. I am sincerely not expecting much from us but can you hold on to me a little longer? I will walk the darkness with you in return, I promise. 

You are like that golden ball of sunshine that I adore from afar. Can you please continue to shine a little more than usual? I am getting used to your light. I need it to brighten my ugly grief. To face away from my demons, just for a few minutes.

My hardest battle is yet to end, I found you midway but I'll pray wholeheartedly that when this chaos nears its calm, you are the one I run to with tears in my eyes and say, "Riverie, look. Finally ...."

Maybe if you show up more, I'll miss you less.

All I wish is a stronger bond- no expectations, no obligations. Sheer blossoming of friendship.

I'll wait, as I have. My patience is broken but, pls remember.

Ridiculously,

Her.