He writes for me-An Ode

Here comes one of the most special post of this blog. Long back I had promised you all will make him do a guest post here, remeber ? Well here it is
I am speechless right now, by this unexpected gesture.So I'll get back to you all later.Meanwhile read it and hopefully you all will get it why do I love him the way I do :)

You may not be the most beautiful person on this earth, but you surely, are one of those cutie-pies on this earth, who never think once before giving their all. You have helped in every sphere of life. You are a clear soul. You are beautiful. I don't really understand what makes you feel that you aren't. You irritate me a lot when you say that. x-( grrrr....I feel like slapping you hard when we are at disparity. Anyways, change your habit of disagreeing with me at every point. I simply hate it! Feel like nabbing your neck at such moments. :P

I will miss these days a few days later. They have been the most exciting and enjoyable days to me. I had never imagined that you would bring me happiness unbound. You know what... you have helped me at stages I would never have expected help from the most trustworthy people.

We are often at loggerheads at this, arguably, feeble stuff: "You don't understand me." Well, I do. I understand you a lot. You, probably, will never know how much. That doesn't vex me, because at unfathomable depths of my heart, I know I care. Hence, it shouldn't vex you.

Trust me... I have never found a person like you. Never! I am skeptical if will ever find one. What are you created of? What is your genesis? Human? amm... perhaps, not. Do you feed on ambrosia? I ask that because you don't seem human. You hardly exhibit virtues of a human soul. It is divine. I feel honoured to be with you, when your closest friends have either never met you, or do not get to meet you often.

Do not crumbled under the notion that I don't care, and don't get emotional. You know I am a sentimental fool. There is something I'd like to bring to your attention. You know why you are not at good terms with people around you? You are in a bad world, baby. This place lacks people like you. When they find their characteristics bickering with yours, they are bound to create commotion. It doesn't mean that you are at fault. Angels are destined to be at conflict with demons. (And you know that most people here even look like them. For instance, A*i****, *i**). Your amateurish dreams often make me smile. Your figments are so fabricated that they enable me envisage your mind and purity of your soul. Our li'l scuffles, my paranoic demands, will probably, never make me forget you. I may, somedays later, reproach 'Time' for its graduation in crescendo. I wish I could be here forever; I wish I could depend upon you forever. This post is getting on my nerves now. I can feel plethora of emotions pushing against my cornea, ready to make their way out as tears. I wish I could hold time. I wish I could take you along.