Written by Nandini Sethi
I see myself in you:
In the way you walk with your arms dangling by your waist,
In the way you laugh at jokes, eyes shut, and hands fisted,
And in the way you talk, narrating each story animatedly, with a twinkle in your eye.
Big, coarse hands, but nails painted pink,
A strong, muscled man, holding my tiny little lunch purse;
There are two sides of you,
And it makes me angry that I can’t choose which one I prefer.
I can see in your fond eyes and through your silly little lies,
The feigned annoyance and the made-up scoff,
Like you don’t enjoy ditching football plans and taking trips to the mall,
To watch cheesy romcoms, just to eat the popcorn.
I love all your personalities,
From grumpy mornings to chivalrous evenings,
From fitness freak to ice-cream addict,
And from a young, reckless boy, to a mature, doting dad.
I don’t know when I fell for you,
But I know it was slow then all at once;
It was unhurried like the setting sun,
But quick like a flight you slept through.
I grew to love all the sides I hated of you,
To understand that I willingly and unwittingly changed too;
I hate that I can’t pick my favourite side of you,
But it’s also the thing I love most about you.