Loneliness and love
Sometimes I love my loneliness, how good it is to live alone just be yourself, but at times it eats me.
Sometimes I wish I had someone, when I come from 4 day trip, and feel it's all just by myself, I have someone of my own, I can call and smile and feel home.
We define love by so many types, but one the part is presence, just there presence and existence.
When the waves of loneliness hits you, you just know someone is by your side, existing, and sometimes that matters more than anything.
The basic question kuch khaya, how are you, sometimes feels a lot when it's from your person.
Maybe love for me will be, someone by my side, who feels like home, comfort, who don't change, but exist, complain, hate me, yet love me enough to stay, to accept, to admire, to find beauty in my flaws.
Love is a choice, someone choose me everyday, every bit, with every imperfections, with the bad parts.
That will be love for me, the comfort, the escape to my loneliness, to hating of my life.
A part of this love ma khud khudko kar sakti, but the comfort of other person, your person, is a thing too.
Idk if that will ever be a part of my life or not, but atleast ik how it should feel like.
Like a tree in the burning sun,
Like a roof in soul drenching rain,
Like a calm to my chaos.
Like a breath to my anxiousness.
Like a person existing just for me.
Like someone just of myself.
Like a comfort in my loneliness.
Like a home to my house.