Dear Exceptional

Dear Exceptional,

As I sit here and look up the stars,

I wonder who you are and where you must be?

Will sparks fly the first time we meet?

Or will time take its own sweet course?

Do your eyes twinkle when you laugh?

Are you passionate about something? Are you a thinker?

Will we have a favorite cafe where we would sit and chat and absorb the gentleness of our making?

I must tell you that I am a dreamer

And often I tend to drift into my world of thoughts.

Know this that I will love you like no other

There is nothing more beautiful than simple and grounded love

But it is rare to find, I guess

Maybe you and I will be that?

Exceptional!

I hope your hands stay warm because mine mostly are cold

Once in a while, I will need you to hold mine and share that warmth

Maybe, more than once.

Honestly, always.

You see this is not easy for me

I have been looking for you, thinking about you, imagining you

Sometimes I have felt like I have met you

But mostly I do not know.

A plethora of theories and numerous questions

I no longer know if this is just a concept in my head or one created by the society or if you do exist

If all these tales and fables are indeed true

And do we even need a “forever” to live happily ever after?

I thought I understood love

But now that I have been broken; quite a few times

And seen how life does not merely resume but fast forwards

For each time it is a plunge you take

With every passing minute the waters only get deeper

Holding breath no longer seems like an exercise to appreciate the virtue of patience

It becomes a struggle and you feel suffocated.

Eventually, you let go and put on a brave smile

Every so often you lie to yourself that you no longer need that love

I am a dreamer and so, I have taught myself to be careful

Someday, with you I would share the stories my scars

And you would talk about yours.

No, I do not want you to be here all the time

But what I want is to able to count on you

In this magnificent chaos if you and I could have a moment as “us”

For me would that be enough.

Let’s hope that we’d be best friends

And we share the compassion and trust that allows us to grow individually and together

And most importantly may we feel empowered and emancipated to just be.

I hope we are lucky enough to travel a lot

Relive history, listen to stories of the unfamiliar, share a laugh with a stranger

And as we walk hand in hand through the unknown streets,

Make some stories of our own

Just you and me.

You should know the sky fascinates me a lot

Different shades of blues and mild tones of purple, orange and pink

The one in the morning, afternoon and evening

And especially the one at night with the moon and the stars; each telling a different story

They make me happy. They do.

Dear Exceptional,

As I sit here and look up the stars

I wonder

If you are looking up at them too

And wondering who I am and where I must be.

-Dedicated to dreamers, love, friendship and hope.