This must be a dream, for sure.I am floating up and above in the clouds. My feet are not on the ground any more. I am on a magic carpet ride with a prince.
Everyone talks about the man of their dreams'. I am not sure I had any. All I wished for, was someone who would support me and my family as a lifemate.
But Aahil- a man who has made no promises to me...
He is diametrically opposite to me in almost every way. Our tastes...Our choices...Our approach to life- we are never on the same page.
Still...
How did this man conquer my heart so stealthily? When exactly did I let him in?
This man is a proud conqueror...He has his way every single time...Expects me to bow down...No one has humiliated me my entire life like this man has.He was ruthless...unruly, with no sense of fairness or righteousness.
Yet...
...This was not a conquest.
This is not about him. This is about me. This has been my journey...my exploration. I drifted slowly towards the man behind the mask...
...I saw a little boy...lost...waiting to be found..to be gathered up...
I extended my hand...He refused. He was stubborn.
I would give anything to fill his heart with laughter...
And today, I saw that happen. We danced madly like little kids. I can't remember when I had so much fun. He said I looked beautiful.
Day by day, I grow closer to him. The naughtiness in his eyes...the haughtiness in his smile... the playfulness with which he teases me...the tenderness with which he approaches me...
Does he even know that my heart does not belong to me any more. He talks about the first time we met...he says he knew there was something about me. If so, in what way am I special? Does he feel the same as me?
He breaks- he mends- it is a cycle.
And I fly high...
A kite soaring up...
No fear of breaking...
...Of falling...
Or losing my way...
I just want to belong...
...To a little boy.