A hand of yours is pinching my bloody nose. I scrounge, you grin. I smile, you giggle. The other one is laced with mine, steadily placed in your lap.
You press a soft towel against my blood splashed, ferrous face. Your eyes fixated, trained, yet worried. You don’t know what to say next.
You and I, we’re sitting on the greasy kitchen floor. Your eyes haven’t moved from the stream of red that’s travelled to my chin, washing my golden stubble.
You and I, our backs are pressed against a kitchen cabinet. Silence still thick as winter fog, but I can hear you gulp your gushing words into your gut- a place from where they shall never return.
I want you to know that it’s okay and that I’ve let you in. You did everything right.
I know you’re worried that I might leave, you have to know that I won’t. You’re perfect, the best thing that ever happened to me.
I know you’re anxious that I might never look back, but you’re the only one that I’ll have look at my body like that.
I fall in love with you everyday, every waking moment of my irrelevant existence, and you have to know that you add meaning to me.
I dream about your bedroom eyes; you have no idea how fortunate I feel to wake up next to you every morning- my sunrise.
I love you enough to know that you care. I love you enough to know that every punch you will throw at my face is a fair lesson to be learnt, only so I can be better. Be better for you.
Author: Vedant Vaswani
Editor: Ananya Chaure