I know…
I don’t expect you to text me good morning/good nights or spend hours over calls with me. I want us to meet over dinner table to talk about all sort of unimportant things we did without each other today. I want you to tell me you love the lasagna I made or may be thank me for doing your laundry, even they mattered the least at times.
I want you to laugh while you make love to me, when we try new things and one of us, messes it up. I want to nuzzle with you and breathe in the same rhythm that you’re breathing till the inelegance goes away.
I don’t want you to spend all your evenings with me. I want you to make plans with your friends and not include me in them. I want you to call me once you are drunk because you feel like having me in your arms right then. I want you to say the wrong thing in front of my people, forget things I have said umpteen times, or may be even leave the toilet seat up. I want you to know, I will still love you no