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    Dear Evelyn


    Do you remember your birthday ? I mean – the birthday where I was there, for the first time. It''s a moment that I would never forget. The moment where I guess I might have shown my most selfless love for you.


    You had never asked for a birthday party. You said you were not a big fan of it. I don''t know why but it just came to my mind. To give you a surprise. I still am confused to this day as to why I did it. Was it because I wanted to see you happy? To see your precious smile and your unstoppable energy ? Or was it because I wanted you to see me ? To see how I was there for you.


    Looking back now, I don''t know if what I did was actually out of love or whether I was just pretending to be good to fit into your good books, I will never know. But the truth is, I can say without a doubt that seeing you that day the way you were, made me happy.


    I will never forget the shocked look on your face when you realized I was there at your house. To see you skipping down your apartment corridor and coming towards me. To see you in your black t shirt and your hair bounce behind you as you jumped. Your bubbly squeak at that moment that made my heart skip a beat, feeling like it was up there in the sky. Your excitement that day was anything I had ever seen.


    I realize now that whether I was being pretentious or not, what I did made you happy. And seeing your restlessness happiness that day, truly made me happy. And I guess that is all there is to it, to be asked for.


    Yours ever so truthfully


    Kriyank.


    P.S.


    A glass of wine


    As intoxicating as it can get


    Can never be as same


    As living the day with you.


    Your soul, darling


    Is as old as it can get.


    To have your kindred-spirit,


    Is to be drunk on lover''s edge.


    Will your love ever feel old ?


    A chance that I dream high


    To spend your every night.


    For your love, my dear


    Will always be as new as gold.


    A gentle touch, you make me feel


    Makes my intoxicated heart even more.


    For here I am to wonder,


    What am I without you ?