Well good or bad.. I will still always listen to you... So you can be assured about me never letting you down on that part.. Well atleast I hope I wont.. 🤔 Let's err not expect too much on that level too.. 😛 You might be crazy, impulsive and short tempered like you say you are... But you should know that your friends WILL love you for all that and every good thing inside you that makes your faults worth the effort... And everyone deserves love and friendship and care and so do you. And I mean that. I know you only said such things to me once but I still want to tell you that everyone is worth that kind of effort. And those who don't make it with you well they simply dont deserve you then.
"I love you" he murmured in his sleep for the umpteenth time now, and though she had always wanted to hear those words from him but it was hard decipher that whom he was actually talking or rather sleep talking to. Or well. . . .seeing that there was no one else in the room it wasn't that hard, but then he didn't know that'or maybe he did. UGH!!! She just wanted to pull her hair out; even though they were something she loved the most. . . .after him of course. But not being able to know that whether he loved her or not had been hard enough before he had ended up with this chronic fever. And the hardest part from the last 3 days he had been in a semi-sleeping mode all the time and wouldn't let anyone come near him was hearing him saying those 3 magical words that he had never said to her. He was weak and needed some proper care, only if his dense self would relent to it. And boy, she was helpless, the only feeling besides being afraid that she had hated with core of her heart. Helpless against the fate when it had been so raining heavily since the past week and no doctor could reach them even when they lived right in the most effortlessly reachable part of the city.
He shifted in his sleep bringing her out of her reverie and reminded her that he was her first priority even if he didn't love her, and right now she had to take care of him no matter if she ended up being heart-broken. She reached by him to check his temperature when he caught her hand and pulled her to him, and even in his weak self, he was strong enough for her. "Sleep" his otherwise threateningly commanding voice broke out in a mere hoarse undertone but one could tell that it still was very firm and carried finality with it. But she couldn't give in either, not when he was at stake "you are sick and need care" she told him trying to get up from him, but his grip on her waist just tightened "I need you" he admitted in a small broken voice, that carried his pain but physical and emotional with itself. Shaken up totally, she didn't realize as he pulled her close and hugged her. "Just stay close. . . .i'll be fine" he said in a monotone as if it was the most basic fact of the world, maybe it was. . .in their world. And then he fell asleep again knowing that she wouldn't go away now, not ever. And like always he ended up being right. . . . .
It was then that you retaliated by saying that I'd know what it's like when it'd be time for me to return the favour. Trust me... today, I've truly experienced all that you'd had to go through on 10/10 - the excitement, the butterflies, everything. Thread-making could be such a job, especially when you're doing so for a loved one. 😉
