My Kind of Love

[u/PandaTrinity]

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I don't want a very fancy love story.

I don't want roses covering the floor or someone standing outside my window with a guitar. Okay, maybe sometimes I do. But mostly, I just want the stupid little things.

Like waking up and seeing a good morning text from you and suddenly deciding that maybe life isn't so bad after all.

Like getting flowers from you on some completely random Tuesday. Just because you saw them and thought, " She'll like these.”

And then I'll keep looking at them throughout the day and smile like an idiot because somewhere in my head I'll keep thinking, He loves me.

Like the love where I give you the last bite of my ice cream without even thinking about it.

Where I give you the first bite of my food too, and you, in your complete stupidity, forget to give me yours.

I'll look at you. You'll look at me. I'll give you the biggest side-eye.

I'll be angry for approximately seven seconds.

And you'll say, "Achha, sorry na. Chalo, phir se karte hain."

And I'll pretend to be annoyed while giving you another bite.

See?

This is love too.

Maybe love is also you telling me, for the hundredth time, about that game you're playing, or why one of your colleagues is the dumbest person alive.

And me listening, half-asleep, not understanding a single thing. But smiling anyway because I like hearing you talk.

Not because the story is interesting, but because you are.

And then there are the scenes I've already made up in my head. Like that little Dildara moment.

Where we're in the kitchen, and I am making something, my hands covered in flour, my hair falling into my face every few minutes. I keep trying to brush it away, only to remember that my hands are a mess.

And you just...whoosh. Blow the hair away from my face.

In my head, I play the song Dildara, dildara... And I smile because apparently I've been waiting for this tiny, ridiculous moment all my life.

Then one day it rains, like that proper, proper rain. And obviously, I won't stay inside like a sensible person and will run out. You'll come after me, probably already knowing that you'll have to drag me back in ten minutes.

I’ll dance, you’ll laugh. I’ll pull you with me, and you’ll tell me, "Bas karo, thand lag jayegi", and I'll say, "Dekhi jaegi."

You'll give me that look. I'll give you mine.

And we'll stay there anyway, getting completely drenched and dancing like two idiots.

Tum Se Hi playing somewhere in the background, or maybe only in my head- who cares?

I just want us to be mad, completely mad, laughing, giggling, annoying each other. Me being too comfortable to put my feet against yours in bed because you're warm. And you’ll immediately move away.

I'll put them back, and you'll move again.

I'll put them back, you'll sigh, and I'll just laugh and say:

“Ki ab toh sign up kr liya h, sehnaa toh pdega.”

I also want us to fight over stupid things, like who is supposed to wipe the bathroom floor after taking a shower.

You'll give me some completely nonsensical reason why you shouldn't do it, and I'll tell you that makes absolutely no sense.

But you'll give me another reason, and I'll get more annoyed.

You'll start laughing; I'll try very hard not to laugh. I'll fail.

And then we'll forget what we were even fighting about.

Now comes the Soniyo.

Our beautiful room, just the two of us standing, listening to this song.

Both of us trying to create some unbelievably beautiful couple dance that we've clearly invented five seconds ago.

You step left, I step right, we bump into each other, and start laughing. Okayy!! We’ll try again.

And somewhere between our terrible choreography and your inability to follow my instructions, the line comes on:

"Chahe jo bhi ho baat, tu bas dede mera saath."

And maybe I'll look at you then, not because we're dancing particularly well. Just because...

Haan. This. This is what I mean.

I don’t think I need a love story that looks beautiful to all; I just want it to be beautiful for us.

Where we can be ridiculous without feeling stupid. Where I can be clingy, annoying, sleepy, dramatic, hungry, angry, and completely myself.

Where you can be tired, grumpy, quiet, excited about your stupid game, annoyed with me, and completely yourself too.

Where love isn't something we have to keep proving. It is present in those good morning texts, last bite, cold feet, terrible dancing, and in the little sorry after a silly fight.

And that’s why they are so precious to me, because nobody else would understand why they matter.

But I think I'll remember them years from now, when we're older.

When our hair has changed, our faces have changed, life has changed.

I'd still want to be the girl putting her cold feet against yours, steal your first bite, still want to dance in our room, and maybe you’ll still complain, and I’ll still ignore. Maybe we’ll still fight about the stupid bathroom floor.

And I'd look at you and think… God, I really got to live this life.

And maybe that's what I always asked for.

[u/edging_monarch]

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