It's Easier To Love You When Nobody Knows..

So here's the truth, out loud and as brutal as it may seem, I get looks of pity and sympathy when I answer 'Yes' to the question, 'Are you single?'

Is that really that bad? Does that mean I may die alone? Or is it just that I don't care enough to tell you what the real deal is.

No one questions anything that happens post mid night, or just before the sun is out at morning. It's that time of the day when your body and mind are relaxing and you like it to stay that way.
That's probably when my entire universe is awake. The drapes of my window flying with the cool breeze of the night, the sounds of the vehicles slowly start to lessen, and we start to get comfortable in our little world we have built for ourself. As you lay there in your shorts and a bunch of magazines and I am surrounded with a hot cup of coffee and a book, we settle in for the night.
No questions to answer, no people to look at. No rules to follow, no reason to behave tamed because there is no one to watch.
We have our alone time after which we slip into bed and the world just gets a lot better in each others arms. We have long conversations for hours, randomly wake up just to dance to our favourite song, a mid night snack to cook with bare minimal clothes (sometimes) perhaps just because we think it's sexy?
No one to stop us from just holding hands. No one to stop us from being ourselves, the independent working people who also love. It's easier to enjoy the quiet when our bodies just lay in bed when we know it's time to sleep, and just the comfort of having each other around is enough to make to forget all the worries we had during the day.

It's easier when we have our own little niche when no one can see. It's a secret, but still not one.
When the rest of the world sleeps, ours sees a little sunlight for a while. It's enough for us to live.

May be everyone doesn't need to know everything. May be I want a world different from the rest. May be a want a tiny place I can call magical, may be, I want just you, secretly.

It's easier to call something your own for a while before the world is out to grab it.
It's easier to love you when nobody knows..



P.S. Keep some part of you a secret, that's the part about you you're going to love the most.