Love

It was weird and stupid.

It was red flags, perceiving them, yet ignoring them.

Love was waiting in the corridor after the lab period and offering help to the clueless new student.

Love was watching Friends for the 3728887th time and crying every single time you see Joey being heartbroken by the only woman he ever loved.

Love was your mom serving you your favourite kheer she made in the kitchen before the guests arrived. 

Love was watching your dad smile admirably at you when you walked in wearing a dress of his choice.

Love was when your college friends decided to show up with booze at your doorstep because they knew your breakup has been hard on you. 

Love is when you see Appa make kadak chai when your Amma returns home after a hard day at work. 

Love was stored in the cheeks of your tiny cousin and their fistfulls of sticky chocolate.

Love was in those hidden pages of your diary, you never let anyone read.

Love was those days when you and your sibling didn't fight for the tv remote because it was a CSK match.

Love was being known. The recipe to your perfect mug cake, your comfort movie, your jam playlist.

Love was buying you daisies because it reminds you of your ideal character.

Love was letting yourself give another chance at bowling, even though you suck at it. 

Give another chance at life.

Love was petting your neighbours dogs and meowing at random cats.

Love was what Lily Potter was to Severus Snape.

Love was writing poetry about the stars and moon and the universe

Love was simple and pure.

Love was complicated and immoral.

It was cliched and dramatic. 

It was winters with hot chocolate and summers with popsicles in every flavour.

Love was watching the people who meant the world to you drift from you. 

Letting go was love. 

Love was making a commitment with yourself and picking yourself up every time you failed.

Holding on to was love.

Too.