🕊 No one feels like you! By - Anupama Ojha

🕊 No one feels like you! 🕊

When it comes to conversations, I've never been fond of clichés. One of the most repeated of those has been

 “The lore of the journey being more beautiful than the destination.”

 bullshit!

 My life's journey has never been beautiful, and you know it. 

We met when I was a bitter, battered, bewildered soul. Angry at the world, angry at myself. However you saw past all that, didn't you? You figured I was not just angry. I was scared. scared of the world, of the way my heart had been broken, frightened at how I had been abandoned. And you sheltered me. With your jokes, your laughs, your kindness.

When I shied away from everyone else, imagining myself to be a misfit, you broke the ice of conversations and of my heart. You made me return to my first love, of books and poetry. Your perfect crimson suit and affection was a catalyst, a reason for me to start wearing a saree again. You didn't make me feel crazy for writing letters, you wrote back. Your little hearts made my heart flutter.

I had always been scared of opening up. The scars on my spirit are witness to what usually happened when I opened up. friends left. family abused. fate faltered. So it was a very weird feeling when I felt myself being drawn to you.

I ran from a lot of texts and calls, but waited for my phone to ring, because you said you'd wake me up. I detested being emotional around people, but you made me babble till I couldn't stop.

In my journey, I've met a lot of people. and I've met a lot of disappointments.

But then I met you, on one of the rainyest, darkest nights, and you hugged me inside your car, and I knew. that warmth felt different. It felt safe. It felt nice. It felt like home.

I have always loved music, but your laugh feels like a melody I've never heard. I've always loved reading, but your letters and messages were a language I had never experienced. I've always enjoyed proximity, but being in your presence is a love language I can't translate.

I've met a lot of people, love. but no one feels like you.

By- Anupama ojha