CAN I GET TO KNOW YOU MORE ?

 WARNING : CUPID POST AHEAD

 “I’ve been watching your world from afar, I’ve been trying to be where you are;
 And I’ve been secretly falling apart, unseen. To me, you are strange and beautiful;
 You’d be so perfect with me but you just can’t see, You turn every head but you don’t see me.
I’ll put a spell on you, You’ll fall asleep and when I wake you, I’ll be the first thing you see
And you’ll realize that you love me.”       - AQUALUNG

I want to know you. And why is that? You seem like someone worth knowing. Every day I feel like I’m surrounded by people with hard edges and sour faces but I get the sense that you’re different. Too often people seem to think that they have the answers to everything. Their faces are trapped in hypocrism and they can’t be bothered with anything besides their own narcissism. You aren’t like that. You ask questions. You’re still looking for the answers. You are perfectly sane.

I want to act as a coolant to your exhaustive list of things that trigger your anxiety. People with dirty hearts make me feel dirty. Like I need to give my personality a bath or something. But with you rub it clean of my neuroses and judgments. When someone inspires you to take a long hard look at yourself and question all of your bad habits, they’re someone worth keeping around. It’s all about finding that person who’s able to hold up a mirror to your life and cause you to reevaluate the noise. It’s all about wanting to be a better man.

I know you’ll surprise me. I know you’ll take a right turn when I’m convinced you’ll take a left. All of this may seem arbitrary (why does it even matter if you take a right instead of a left?) but it provides me with a giant sense of relief.

I want to know your favorite dishes. The ones which we will savour with a fight to see who finishes it first. You like mangoes? (The “Baiganpalei ones”). I want to know how your weekend was (I never want to know these types of things but you’re the exception to all my rules) and I want to know how you got that scar on your knee (biking accident when you were twelve?) Tell me more! This story seems more riveting than The Game of Thrones! (Yes, Anurag, I will watch it) Oh, you don’t have a scar? See, I want to know you better.

I want to know about your mom and dad (Will they like me? No matter! We’ll start our own family!) I want to protect you. I want to preserve your innocence and drink it up for myself. You learn from me and I’ll learn from you. Deal?

You’ll open me up like an orange, leaving a mess of pulp and sticky peels everywhere. Certain parts of my personality will be extracted and I’ll find myself feeling stuff I never knew was possible. It’s strange to think how many things we’re capable of without really knowing it until we have a proper catalyst — something or someone to bring it to the surface. Dig, dig, dig. No, you might need to dig a little deeper. I have a lot of crap sticking on top of the good stuff. Like a coconut. You like them, don’t you?

I choose not to act on my feelings. Not yet. For I want to be the fellow who will be there for you in every hour of every day starting today. Regardless of whether you want it or not.  A back up best friend. I am prepared to take the hit. You can do anything you like. But in order for all of this to work though, you have to let me know you. You have to let me cut you open and trust that I won’t accidentally hit a soft nerve. You have to try to accept me for my shortcomings and understand that you’re a better person than I am. I’m a little rotten. Please don’t let that deter you though. Because when I look at you, I see someone who makes sense. I see an anomaly — someone who’s untouched by all of the modern inventions and hang ups. I see someone I want to know. I see someone who will take a long walk with me on the road, barefoot rather than sitting behind on a two wheeler. Someone special, with a knack for playing guitar ;)