Sometimes

Sometimes I am stubborn, a piece of shit

I don't praise you, I don't text you

Not to spend less time,

Definitely not to make you sad

But to make you free

Free from all my boring fictitious talks

Those talks I excitedly say to you

Which possibly won't happen

You know I am a hard person to love or to get love from

But when I do

I won't stop loving you till the time stops

I may not surprise you with all the gifts you want

But it doesn't mean I won't stop trying to make you smile in your blues, and definitely celebrate in your happiest moments

We may or may not be together all the time

But when we are

Our hands will be holding eachother's like a chain that won't break to any forces of the universe

If in case we are not together

I want your memories in my hiccups reminding of every moments we shared together

Look I already warned you of my fictitious talks,

But there is a catch, the possibility of those things to happen increase significantly when I write it down.