Anyone Else But You

This is in response to some of my wellwishers who expressed that my posts seem to be unusually melancholic. It appears that i am deeply troubled about something, some painful love affair perhaps. To them, I say, Thank You Guys! For trying to cheer me up but I am not troubled and I'm definitely not despodent. In fact, I am deeply happy nowadays, more than I ever was probably.

I have not won any lottery nor have I found some hidden gold mine. It's just that, the future has stopped troubling me. I am no longer running behind illusions. Suddenly, whatever I have, seems too precious. And for this realisation, I want to thank You. I guess this deeply fulfilled state made me type some deeply moving posts which alarmed my friends. :D

I am an ordinary girl with reasonable good looks. I am not the smartest, not the bravest, not the most talented. So obviously I have met too many men, several of whom have declared their undying love for me. You were among those suitors too. I, on my part, never found that special someone. I don't know what exactly was I looking for.... a vague idea of a successfull, tall man with a fantastic sense of humour, who would love and support me, come what may. The usual dream man. So, in my own way, I thought I could find that dream man. I always overlooked You. Was it because I took you for granted? Or was it because You did not seem to fulfill any of my so-called criteria? And everytime, I thought I met the Mr Right, Mr Right would do something dreadfully wrong. But You remained there, always catching me when I tripped, picking me up and even swallowing my sharp words. And so, I kept moving from one Mr Right to the other, confused and sometimes hurt, thinking that the next one will be better.

The next ones were never better. When the day was over and I all I needed was a good steady person You always stood besides me. I never had to compete for your attention, I got it for free. I never had to think twice before calling you because it is impossible to disturb you. You saw the best and worst in me which allowed me to stop pretending to be smarter or more in control. I, on my part know You like the back of palm. Yet You always manage to surprise me.

I hope You know what I am talking about.... that You know what I have left unsaid. I hope You know that there never was or will never be anyone like You.