Sunshine and Roses, you say?

"Butterflies and rom-com you say?" Read the first line of Jai's "letter".

A love poem you asked, but can i invite you to peep into my mind instead?

You are the one who collects our little things, and me, well, mixed thoughts in a pot.

That one fine day, when you kept blaberring about your obsession of Rachel and Ross, I found myself in a suffocating box. Our interests do not match. And symmetrical hearts, you say?

And it still amazes me, how you went home with a little piece of my heart that day. All I know is that I met light, when your little fingers touched mine. Maybe this is, how the authors define love in your books.

Red roses, you ask? Can I offer you my playlist instead? Or can I play you something with my chords, while reminiscing about your scent?

You dream of having pancakes with me, on a Sunday morning, but I prefer us, to be on the rooftop at 5am. And maybe I'll just kiss you under the flawless transition of the sky from dark to lilac.

Wake up, you beautiful thing. You are my poem. Tell me, is this good enough for you?"

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