Every girl's diary would, at some or the other point, have these words inscribed with the deep-inked need for it-


"I wish someday, somebody will look at me from a distance, leaning against that kitchen wall, with moistness in his eyes and a smile embedding his lips, reminding himself, "How the hell did I get so damn lucky to even think of being loved by this beautiful craft of the divine!" And take a deep sigh of that utmost peace within murmuring, "I just wish to have enough of what I can give to her in return of her precious love".
And the moment I notice him standing there, all that I'll possibly do is run straight to him and kiss his lips, just to let him know that whatever I am, whichever way I love is all just meant only for him, forever."
                 
                               ~komal~