Do you know how much you mean to me?

“I have met many women in my life. Pretty women. Amazing women.
Then why do I still look for imperfection in them? The imperfection that I have learnt to love.
The imperfection I saw.
In you.

You were someone who was never the kind of girl who I’d seen myself fall in love with. I always pictured this girl with beautiful eyes, long hair, and an aura that would make people go “Wow” the moment she entered the room. She’d be a traditional girl. She’d be the sweetest and most well-spoken girl in the world, and I’d come home every day to the food she’d cooked for me and the tea she’d made for me. She’d be tall, quiet, reserved, and would always be there for me. She’d be the most perfect kind of girl for me. And I was in love with this idea of a perfect woman. And I knew she’d come for me.

Who knew I’d meet you?

You came into my life, as a girl I’d only seen around but never talked to.
As a girl who I spoke to once just because you thought we had a similar upbringing.
As a girl I’d smile at when we met at the corridors.
As a friend who I’d talk to once in a while and then slowly, a lot more often.
As someone who I could talk about anything under the sun.
As a person who I’d trust with everything that happened in my life.
As a girl who’d hurt me when she told me about her crush on someone else.
A girl who was in no way perfect, but who still made my heart leap every time I heard her voice.
A girl who I realised I did not want to lose.
A girl who I wanted to be beside when she was ill.
A girl who I would risk everything for.
A girl who I’d love, and love more than anything else.

You came into my life and brought down all my mental images of the perfect woman I’d learnt to love over the years. I had forgotten all about that person. The reason? NO idea!

You were simple. You had absolutely no regard for looking good. You were rude, blunt and quite heartless at times. You were stubborn, and wouldn’t listen to anyone else. You had this thing called “practicality” that you’d never let go of. You were real and had absolutely no self-control when it came to anger. You’d sometimes go blah blah, and I’d have to listen to it without sleeping off in between. You’d break my heart over and over again with your hurtful words and your temper. You couldn’t cook, let alone make proper tea, or coffee.

But in spite of all this, you blew me away every time you smiled at me. You made me smile when I had the roughest of days with your kind words and support. You used to give up and say sorry first even when I wouldn’t let go of my ego. You would tell me how much you loved me after long hours of fighting. You’d understand if I slept off in the middle of a phone conversation and hear me sleep till the phone’s charge went off. You’d break my heart, only to avoid breaking it further. You’d love me, and I’d be the happiest man in the world. And I was. And I am.

Being with you was like attending life skills classes. There’s no limit to the kind of things I learnt in my life. I learnt to be patient to not lose my temper with you. I learnt to be caring, and real to be a responsible partner to you. I learnt to avoid repenting for the things I’d done and instead do something about it. I learnt to forgive and to forget. I learnt to shut up and listen. I learnt to cook, and to not burn what I cook, so I can make you breakfast in bed. I learnt to love and to risk in life, so I could love you every day and spend the rest of my life with you. All this I learnt and more and I learnt them through you.

I won’t say life’s been unfair to me when it took you away from me. And I certainly am not complaining for the fact that it’s over. But I want you to know this, even though the love may have died and its soul lost in the darkness of the unknown road ahead.

I want you to know how much you mean to me.”

A lot many people have been lucky to find this perfect imperfection in their lives…
This goes out to them…from my heart…to theirs…