To the one who (probably) exists

Dear, No One

May be you are there (cliché may it sound “Man of my dreams”), may be you aren’t; soul reason why I have addressed you as no one. I wonder whether you are on other side of world or in same city as me. I hope your survival is still unknown to me and I won’t shy away from the fact that somewhere secretly my heart awaits to meet you. This letter, well because, there are so many doors reserved for you, so many things which I don’t want to talk about with anyone but you.

I don’t even know whether you will read this ever, you might not be the guy who reads a blog. But I know for me, you will or else you would never be mine.

Where do I even begin? There are like 1000 stories to be told, I suppose due to surroundings, lately I have been hanging heavily on my heart. People of my age have managed everything. Me, trying to still figure out what to do. I can literally feel that fear running through my veins, to get captured in the world where there is no good reason to live, where there is same routine, where you only work to earn, where you only meet to mark your presence. But, I do know and will expect you to understand that may be I am a bit different, may be a lot different. I want you to know there might be “no stable” me, because I am interested in multiple fields and that I would not be able to choose ever. Due to this whenever I am amidst fears, just come and hug me and let the silence prevail and you will know I will be fine.

Why am I such? I know by each passing day you want to know more about me. I am the one to believe in my imagination (have vivid imagination) and I know unicorns exist, I laugh at the most stupid thing ever imaginable. I have my own sense of humor. People laugh at my laughter more than the joke I said. You will learn, how silly and childish I am, might not be on daily basis though.

I am caring and affectionate. I get jealous, I am brutally honest and that is why I hate lies. Don’t be cruel to me and in a caring way you can always say that dress isn’t for me.

I love laziness, lazy weekends, where just I want to read and sleep all the time. Or when you are there snuggled up in couch, with you and a blanket. And I will love when you will kiss me there.

Why I haven’t still met you, the reason I know will be the best. But if you are already on your way to see, don’t search for me. Because I want to meet you in most unexpected way ever possible.

Yours Always! (let’s keep what you will call me a secret)