Hey Rahul,

Your writings have always amazed me. They have excited me, left me spellbound, and even made me go "wow..." But for the first time today, your words hit me. Yes, Rahul, your words pierced through my ego.

And yet, I wasn't wrong about you. Though I've always loved reading, I've always believed all writers to be fake. Whenever they hit a stop at reality, they weave their own world. They let their imaginations flow. They lie.

And you proved it once again Rahul. All you poets are liars!

The story that you narrated of the girl was incredible. It was lovely. But you missed an important thing in there. You lacked the knowledge of her past. And that's where you began to imagine your lie.

But don't worry, I'm not gonna scold you for that. Not again. I'm just going to enlighten you a bit.

Rahul, for that girl growing up without her parents, life never came that easily. Yes, I was rich, and I owe that luxury to them. But it was that very luxury which became my nemesis.

In our big house, relatives poured in every day. But not for that little girl, no. They came for that money that she held. They were the selfish bees and she was their nectar.

Though, it wasn't as if she didn't like it. The little girl loved that attention.

She loved how her every wish was fulfilled. She loved how everyone pleaded to her. She loved how only she had the right to get angry. And she loved all those little things she shouldn't have. But you tell me, Rahul, what choice did she have?

Life did give me a choice though. When I was lost and confused, life opened its door to you. When my life was at an end, you happened.

And you changed me, Rahul. You made that little girl fade away. You painted your own colors on my canvas. You were that magician who did wonders on my empty stage. You still do.

But you know how they say that people never really change from the inside. You may have morphed me into a butterfly, but on the inside, I still remained an insect. I always loved attention, and I craved it from you as well. After all, habits of childhood are hard to change.

But I want to change them now Rahul. I want to change myself from the core of my heart. And I want to do that all for you. Yes, just for you.

You were the only one who made me laugh without a reason. You were the only one who made me smile without a reason. If you leave me now Rahul, that smile may leave with you too. If you pull back your ocean now, my face would remain a beach devoid of all the emotions.

So please Rahul, please, stay. Please just give me one more chance to change.

My seeds may have been planted long back, but they never got their affection and care. And so, even after this time, I remain a little sapling. I'm still that small little girl. So please Rahul,

'Just give me your sunshine
Lend me some of your rain
Just give me another chance
I wanna grow up once again'

Don't leave your other half alone Rahul, please.

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'love is like a box full of chocolates.
Even after devouring all of them, you still desire more.
And that's where the problems start'