Today, I woke up with you beside me. I didn’t notice anything unusual; I didn’t feel anything special. Then you reminded me — it’s the 12th of August, our sixth-month anniversary.
Oh god, I forgot it.
Then I thought: how, and why? And now I know why — because with you, my every day is so special that I don’t feel anything “special” today. Special is you, to me — not a date. Special is your smile, not just a reminder.
You are so special that I want to do everything for you. I didn’t feel anything unusual, because you are so usual to me; it is unusual, to me, that I am with you at all. Often, when you sleep, I lie by your side and watch you — and trust me, every time, I think of just one thing: that I am so lucky to have you. You are so unusual that I am still not sure how I got you.
Babu, I love you.
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