For you I want to share this cozy evening in a wintered Tokyo, and peel oranges, sharing a half with you and then you asking for the other as well for you want the warmth. I love you for life and still can’t say that for I know I’ll lose you, but here I am wanting to spend more time with you, wanting to peel one more orange with you.
The greatest lovers in the history of Romanticism have had the opportunity to love in ways they wanted to but did what they had to for they never wanted the love to fail, and I love you.
“… peeling oranges this … sharing tangerines that … what about cutting and de-seeding pomegranates for the ones you love? the ruby stains on your fingers … fleeting proofs of your undying devotion …”
Yes, peeling an orange with you today, and everyday is everything this lover of yours has ever hoped or wished, wishes for because you are the most beautiful piece of poetry that I have ever read. You’re the juice to my orange and I shall write poems for you no matter how much time it takes for you to love me.
All hopeless romantics are idealists, sentimental dreamers, imaginative and fanciful when you get to know them.They often live with rose colored glasses on. They make love look like an art form with all the romantic things they do for their special someone.
For her. So I speak in a language she doesn’t know.
“Je t’aime. Aujourd’hui. Ce soir: Demain. Pour toujours. Si je vivais mille ans, je t’apparti-endrais pour tous. Si je vivais mille vies, je te ferais mienne dans chacune d’elles”
I love you. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forev-er. If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If I were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.
I don’t want to “have” a “conversation” I want to peel an orange and share it with you.
I love you.
With love
aaditya.
Aaditya Bajpai 