Why are the stars so bright?
Since the hour I met you. [1]
I realized something today.. Realized how important it is for me to always see you smile.. For you to always look at me.. To have you care for me always. I hope to see you to see you look at me with as much, if not more, love in your eyes as you have for your father. One day I hope to see you defend me with as much passion as when you defend your father. Your father, who tried to take my life.. Your father, who will try again to take the life I got back because of you. I can never tell you the truth about your father. I am afraid it will break your heart.. I understand your father more than I like to. I understand his need to keep you smiling always. Understand his need to remove all bad things from your life. Including me... But does he know that without me in your life how incomplete you will feel? How incomplete your life will be? Does he understand your need, your desire to keep me alive?
If not for you, I would long be dead. If not for you, I would still be the same hard man. I was blessed with life a second time only because of you.. You said you do not like me. And yet, you walked barefoot to bring me back to life. Do you know how I feel to know that after everything I did to you, you still want me in your life? That you still want me to call you Biwi? Does it make you feel happy knowing that my heart beats because of you? That my heart beats just for you? Should I have told you what your father intends? What we were talking about? How would you have borne it if I had said your father came to kill me? How would I have borne seeing you realise your father's truth? I understand his junoon to protect you. To protect you from the bad... It is the same emotion I am feeling now.. All the hurts and pains that I inflicted on you.. I never realized what price I would have to pay for them one day..
If only I could go back and turn back time, I would do things so differently...
If only, I could wipe the slate clean and start afresh...
If only, I could give back a small measure of the happiness that you give me...
If only, I could make you love me, the way I have grown to love you...
[1] Petula Clark, This is my song