Today reminds me of the very same day, six years back. It was our first

Valentine. Something special about that day was that we were just three days old, as lovers. Though we kept talking about being friends, I am sure you meant ‘love’ and so did I.

Everything we did, we wanted it to last forever, be it being in eachothers’ arms or be it sitting close to each other on the terrace as we planned our ride to the moon. Being away was pain and I still remember the excuses I made at home to be with you.

I even remember the rough times we had been through; you were there for me when things were going astray in my life. What I am today, is something that you wanted me to be. I still remember your words when I was in trouble, "do it for me, Raa, won’t you?" and you had that mischevious smile.

Things changed and situstions changed. I didn’t find you doing the things I like and you too didn’t find me speaking the words you longed to hear.

Finally we had to "stop" before we blow out the things.

Of late, I started to realise how much I had meant to you. How much you missed me when you flunked your final exam, I donot know. You wanted me to sit and talk to you as you were arranging your bookshelf or making chapaties,

When mummy was gone to temple. I still remember the eageerness in your face just to listen to my "All the best", as you were to join the new course. I thought them too trivial. I realise how totally a flop I am, as a lover.

Now, I want to go through all the sweet trouble that takes to be your boy. I love to run back to the same road where I had left you a few years ago I want to hold your hand, same as it was that day, I’ll ask ‘What should I be for you’. I badly wait for the same old answer’ just be yourself to me’.

Be my Valentine!