Through the years, as the fire starts to mellow,
Burning lines in the book of our lives,
Though the binding cracks,
And the pages start to yellow,
I’ll be in love with you …
I still find it hard to believe, that I turned this gorgeous girl down, when she told me that she loved me twelve years ago!
My life would would have been so different!
But God has grace, even for a fool like me.
And, so did she.
I love you, babygirl.
To quote Lang Leave,
I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are.
How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence
I love you so much!1
I wrote I love you twice and was about to edit and remove one of the lines, but Abby thinks I could love her twice over and let the line stay. So here babygirl, I love you thrice over! :) ↩
Dashing! daring! Action star! Pandeyji!
I’ll miss you soooo much my little muse!
I’ll miss your your constant chirping and your husky laugh!
I’ll miss your joie de vivre!
And yes, I will cry blood tears! :)
– Li’l Baby Pooja