Letter to Love

To,

The one who cried during Aashiqui 2

and somehow made me fall in love with those tears.

Subject: A small note on the anniversary of something unexpectedly beautiful.

Dear You,

I hope this letter finds you the same way I first found you, lost in music, a little emotional, and completely unaware of how much you were about to mean to someone standing a few feet away.

I still remember the exact moment.

I had Dream Girl playing in my ears, pretending to be patient in that ticket line. And then you walked in, quiet, soft, holding your emotions just beneath the surface. You were crying. Arijit Singh was playing, and I guess something in those songs found its way into your heart.

What you don’t know is how hard I tried not to notice.

How I fought with myself not to pull out that tissue.

But in the end, I lost. Or maybe, I won.

Because that single act, offering a tissue, led to a story I didn’t know I’d get to be a part of.

To be honest, I had no idea back then that wiping one tear would turn into a lifetime of holding your hand through all of them. That your smile would become something I’d protect like a personal mission.

Who knew, really, that a folded tissue in my pocket would lead to this life, with you in it.

Anyway, I just wanted to mark today.

To say thank you.

For every conversation that started after that show.

For every song that reminds me of you now.

And for letting me be the fool who still can’t bear to see you cry.

Happy Anniversary, my love.

Here’s to many more tissues, tears, laughs, and late-night songs.

With all my heart,

Yours

Since that ticket line.