Boys will be boys...

This one’s to you…

You, who I think of every time the word patience is mentioned. For someone so measured in every aspect, your endless patience is remarkable. You, who has many layers that you had forgotten yourself. Discovering them is a delight, so [you] better admit it.

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You, who I spoke till 4 am. On grad nite. Of stars and such. Who made the going our own ways so real. So much so that you’ve reached too far to be in touch with. You, who is now a blurred face. Who realized all that I was, only when it was too late.

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You, who’s wisdom and good nature has a way of making me believe that it will indeed be all okay. You define simplicity and I have to blink from time to time to make sure you’re real. You, are my belief.

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You, who showed me how strong I can be, through no merit of your own, but your flaws. Your immaturity and XL sized ego (again, with no merits), taught me that I do draw that line, and say no.

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You, who leave a sting in the eye from the whiff of a familiar scent. You who re-defined romance, and then again. Also, who brings out the vanity in me, where I can never whole-heartedly wish the best for you. I will you well, but not the best. I save that for myself because I am just THAT selfish about certain things.

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You, who taught me how to be selfish by saying I was too selfless. You, who brought out my extremes, which is great because now I have a self spectrum.

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You, who confuse me, amuse me, alienate me and then confuse me again. You, I can’t explain, because you don’t follow sense. Which is well, because if you did, it’ll be ugly.

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You, who let me be ugly and not pay a price for it. You, who I let lead when I want to put my head down and close my eyes. I hope you know that I could run it just as well. It means the world to me.

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You, who has made us child play. Masked so I don’t see through, you stay safe, thankfully. You may become the habit that one can’t kick because its familiarity is comforting. Something temporary about you, which I am to find in due time I assume.

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You, who put an arm around me and rocked me. A gentle hush when I sobbed. You suddenly transformed in front of me into someone new, someone unexpected. You, who I’ll miss if I sobbed, ever.

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You, who play me like a moody child. You, who have issues and shoes too big. You, who should think a bit because I allow only so much brattiness before I take charge. You, should be worried.

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You, my first taste of heartbreak. You from the “ falling in like” days. When we were invisible to each other and yet so close. You, who marvel at my “success” now and tell me I was meant for big things. You, who I smile fondly about when I see young children. You always made me smile, then and now.

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You, who were the first in something. The operative word being “were.”

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You, and our metamorphosis. Need I say more? You are the assurance that there are selfless people exist in the world and not everyone has a hidden agenda.

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You, who made me set the bar higher for myself. To be like you.

A lot said, for a few of you.

You, the boys/men from my life.