I wish, he could have…
He always insists that I should control my zigzag way of talking as it irritates him. He always asks me to slow down my pace while talking as he can’t understand what I am saying. He always suggests me to be practical as my bookish thoughts have nothing to do with reality. He always advices me to get dressed as per his choice as my own choices are not up to the mark. He always wants to me think the way he thinks because my way of thinking is just an amalgam of weightless ideas. I wish he could feel while I am talking in zigzag manner, I just want him to know the underneath meaning of my words. I wish he could feel the passion of my words being uttered hastily. I wish he could understand that my bookish thoughts have the aura of my unfulfilled dreams. I wish he could understand the way I dress shows my real self. I wish he could feel the way I think is fine for me because I don’t think about anything other than Him.