It was an unplanned event when I met you. I remember the way you looked at me. You looked exhausted with your broken relationship. I did not seem impressive to you. A small talk over the phone hardly saved us from being strangers. We met, were introduced to each other, but remained unimpressive to both.
This could have been the end of the story. Not every story demands plots or sub plots, some just begin to meet an immediate end. Ours could have been so. I so wish it would have been so. But experiences are always good for life you know. Having it is nice but going through the situation to earn it is difficult.
Gentleman, how do you manage to appear so perfect? How come women fail to notice the absolute contradiction in your character! Even after getting so intimate with you! Do they notice you like I do? I guess, no!
It was my fault that I chose to be with you. I could have arranged a safer place to stay rather than your house. Being with you did not bring any glory in my life when I could not secure a space in your heart with dignity. It is good that we continue a nameless relationship. We have no tag, no brand in our existing relationship. There is only you and I. I cannot count it a live in relationship as it requires minimum acknowledgement. And we are secret to each other, a darkest secret and maybe the dirtiest one! You see, we know that we are continuing it for years but we still appear as strangers in public. We cannot even call each other good friends in front of a third person but when we meet, we often take pride in our friendship. Yes! secretly we are friends, secretly we are dating each other for years, secretly we share our naked souls. Everything! So secretly!
Gentleman, while your hands play with my naked body, in those touches I always find voyeuristic pleasure, never a bit of affection. When you are done with playing, how peacefully you sleep beside me. I often gaze at you in astonishment- 'is this the person I chose to be with?' Your intellect, bold attitude which hardly cares any chauvinism, composed personality attracted me to be a part of your life. But your earnest appeal to me to be a 'memorable partner' in your life threw me into the pit of confusion. Was it a call to be a memorable one in your bed or life? Within those four walls you could not completely be mine. I lost you every now and then even while carrying you over me. Your lies, infidelity exhausted me.
Dear Gentleman, you chose me for my convivial nature, but you mistook me a candy girl. Now your fear of losing me is quite enjoyable to me. You don't want to have me in your life but can't also throw me out of your life. You are now a dizzy soul. I am your achievement now and your rickety spine is mine!
Your Memorable Partner.
