i want to be that lover who would rest his head on your lap, sitting under a sky full of stars and talk about all my nightmares, but i am afraid you wouldn't like my company.
i want to be that friend who would invite over and talk about my demons, but i am afraid, you would assume me to be that demon who is camouflaging as your friend.
i want to be that 2 am friend who would offer you a seat beside me as we travel through the bumpy roads of my past, but i am afraid, you would start hating me.
i want to be that son who would make you understand that isn't always sunny inside my head, but i am afraid you wouldn't understand and be a parent instead of a friend. you would again offer me a cup of advice instead of a bucket of ice-cream and your friendly company.
i hope being lovers doesn't only mean sharing the good things but also your darkest secrets.
i hope people understand you when you talk to them about your past, and listens to you instead of passing a judgement. the person you are today doesn't define who you were a year back. i hope you find the right person to be vulnerable around, and they accept your sadness instead of being tired of dealing with it.
i hope your parents remember the first time you learnt to walk. you fell, and fell, and fell, but they kept on cheering for you until you took those first steps. you have grown up but you fall even more now. i hope they cheer for you often and are being more of a friend than a parent.
i hope this world becomes a home again where everyone is more of a human. the next time when a thought bothers you, i hope you wouldn't be afraid to talk to someone.
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scene by Soumyabrata (@introverted.illusions) for The Scribbled Stories
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