The one with the poem. Not Poyam. Or Poyem. Or Poym. It's Poem.

Today, I want to tell you about a girl and a boy and beating the odds.

Today, I want to tell you of the 6th floor apartment and french window sills. Of lemon tea made out of iced tea powder and of wearing no shoes in the house. Of pure, unadulterated love. The one that's independent of everything.

Today, I want to tell you of two people who met and had a story to tell. A story of meeting against the odds, of gentle kisses, of heartbreaking distance and of never ending reunion hugs. A story that is young and old and everything in the middle, and so contradictory to every belief they held valuable.

Today, I want to tell you of harmless lies and second chances. And third and fourth and fifth ones. And the kind of love that forgives. The one that's selfless and giving.

Today, I want to tell you about the stubble, the tickle of which, feels wonderful. Of shirts with the first button undone. Of goodbyes and promises to come back. And a little bit of heartbreak, once in a while, for all the right reasons.

Today, I want to tell you about roadtrips to the mountains, and all the mist in the air above them. And how all the best moments I can think of, have you in them.

Today, I want to tell you of poems. The ones that reiterate our faith in glorious endings and perfect tomorrows, no matter how testing present seems.


Love,
P.

The one with hope

The one with hope

Hope guides us, if not guide, it does give us a direction, which strengthens our existence and in turn fuels our passion with hope.

When you made the brave decision of dedicating your time somewhere else and letting your love, advertising, wait for you, I stood by your side and I believed in your zeal and passion.

Now, as you stand at the horizon of a new beginning, I stand by you as you go closer to your first love. When you sit in front of the people from Bates (don’t know how is it spelled) I am sure they will see what I see in your eyes, which is utmost pure zeal to excel in this field.

I have been your biggest fan and when I hear people admiring your work, I just feel proud of the fact that you don’t deter and you have your priorities straight.

This is to tell you how big a fan I’m and I wish that people on the other side of the table, see what I see, which is brilliance.

All the best for tomorrow baby, I know you’re anxiously waiting to start work again, and you are anxious about tomorrow but will not show it.

You will be great!

Love,

A

Ps. whatever happens in life happens for a reason. clichedly true