Here I am, sitting in a quiet room in a city full of people rushing somewhere. And all of a sudden I realize I have nowhere to go. I find my own weakness embarrassing and wish I wasn't such a drag. Sometimes when I realize I am putty in your hands and that I live my life in the constant fear of losing you, I wish you would be a little considerate and put some thought into what's running through my head. I rethink every word I say in front of you; I sure do not want to offend you. You are going through a rough phase; though somewhere I feel happy that you gave me the privilege of being the one whom you can take out on, I can't help but think and understand that I too have bad days and would like some pampering. I am not unhappy; but just a little disappointed that despite you being there, I have to pick after myself. I do not complain or whine, I try to put things in perspective and convince myself that this will lead to better days. You have given more than what I could have asked for, but I wish it were more consistent.
But there's one thing; no one can make my heart flutter like you do.
