His touch

Perception of love

Watching love stories in TV and watching couples holding hand together was love to me earlier. I never knew what really love means. But now I think i know bit of it. Love is most best feeling in the world it's really not important that whether it's for a girl or boys. One feel a special connection towards that person. Gradually just watching him or her becomes our biggest fantasy. The comfort zone we get ,we feel,a liberty to speak anything anytime. It's really not important to get intimate when you are in love, your existence is enough for them. I do agree that little bit physical spark in every relationship is important. Like we all kiss or hug to our mum.It's love. The most pure , faithful , trustworthy, reliable love. There should be no restrictions in love. We all should make one relationship with anyone in this world which gives us the liberty to speak or to put forward our idea thinking thought beliefs without any hesitation.lucky I have one chap of this kind. The story of mine and him started when I was in 9th standard. His name is Añish. Initially he use to stare at me every time, between the lectures,in break time. My friends warns me not to falter with his looks. So I have taken precaution but the fate doesn't want this to happen. Years passed and we both got separated, physically he was there but our connection has lost. Then in 12 standard,mid year every thing changed, suddenly our talks increase, we started to share ups and downs of our lives. And those people who warns now no more exists for me. Now enjoy his company I enjoy to do dirty talks with him.He is the only one person with whom I have shared my stories including my past moments. I loved it my problems becomes his problems. When I shared that unfortunate moment from which I have been through; he cried. That symbolises his seriousness for me. His eyes sparkles, his expression become flat. I love him so much that no one has done to anyone but it's not kind of the love normal people share. I never ever wanna to lose him. So to keep him with me forever I locked his wrist with a thread i.e. Raksha Bandhan. From that day his respect in my eyes has crossed sky and reached to infinity. His normally holding my hand has become a special touch to me. His possessiveness for me ,looks cute to me. He was dashing,smart ,jolly, but more than it he was real with me. Nothing fake exists between us. The way he is,the way I am. He never judges me nor I judge him. For him I have positive unconditional regards. He is a small box ,in which I have kept all my secrets. The definition of love is Anish. He my family,my brother,my best friend,my teddy and more than it what he is.The feeling I share with him is special, so much special. I love him until my last breath. I always wanna see him happy but also I want him to suffer pain too. After all better days come after the dark days.