Time flies, isnt it?

Three years it has been since I first held you in my hands.

You were crimson red with a hint of dark on your edges all around. On the corner
shelf of a dim lit room you were whispering to me, Come. I shall be yours through
misery & mystery. Hold. I shall take you through pain & pleasure. Know. I shall be
your truth forever.
I took you away.
I had dreamt of a journey together full of possibilities, but I could never be bold. My
lips trembled when they took your name. My hands shivered when they felt your
weight. I never dared touch you.
Perhaps, I was afraid of you; your popularity, your controversies. I never wanted
others to know about our association. After all, I was a good guy.
I put up a mask, like a veneer that hides ugly furniture. I pretended and further
pretended. Every day, I waged a battle inside. A strange fear kept holding me back
from giving what was duly yours.
Oh, dear! I didnt know you were so resilient. Three long years you waited silently to
let me tell this world that I had had you!
Yes, I have got you and Im not ashamed.
I want to know you. I want to understand you. Those 392 pages of you are mine
and I shall definitely treasure you.

Truly Yours