And I hope someday, when I pull my loose suit for the umpteenth time, he would pull up his vision and try to equate this insecurity with his forcedly dammed up eyes which are alike droughts. And would pause just to tell me and himself, "it's okay. just be." And he was looking into my eyes for quite a long time, as if he was measuring my capability to get his words. He whispered underneath his breath, "Darling you need not to handle everything perfectly by your fists everytime yet you will look perfect everytime." That this can't happen any sooner, for now, listen to me love. It's okay. Just be. #tdd_musings
