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[stfuprashu]

Casual intimacy is my favourite thing in the entire world. A tiny touch on your back in crowded areas. They're sitting across the table and give each other a light kick. A head on the shoulder, a hand in your hand, or a squeeze on the arm as they pass by. And I believe that perhaps love is composed of the simple things rather than large gestures or explosive shows. The small gestures that convey concern and presence and that there is no need to consider them since casual intimacy just naturally arises because of how deeply your life has been entwined with mine. The little things that say I am here and I care for you.

[stfuprashu]

I've always dreamed of being in a relationship with someone who is as as obsessed with me as I am with her. When I send you my selfies, save them. Text me "I know you're asleep, but...." Spend some time listening to the songs that are significant to me. Make fun of me and have some fun with me, and then kiss me. Tell your friends how happy I make you. When you miss me, bombard my dms. When I'm nervous, reassure me. Take hold of my hand, hold me, and convey to everyone that I am yours. Tell me how much you love and desire me without holding back. Make me happy, and I'll try my best to make you happier.

[stfuprashu]

I think that love should not be metaphysical, but rather poetic. Why is love a rational emotion rather than a sign of insanity? The study of the underlying nature of reality, identity, and changes that are unavoidable does not fall under the purview of philosophy's section on love. Love is just a pure sort of madness in which you lose all sense of self, forget what reality is, and could care less about the changes that occur in life. There's a good reason why lovers are linked to madness and poetry. Only a poet and someone insane enough to endure this never-ending cycle of suffering and sorrow can still put their emotions on a dry piece of paper in a way that will cause the lovers' fools to cry. You concentrate on the phrases that have been repeated on the paper until it is now weaker than your will and is about to shred at any second, whether it is a collection of sentences that rhyme or just complete nonsense that doesn't even offer you the tiniest idea of what the heck is going on. Why does a reasonable, sensible person fall in love? To eliminate their loneliness and fill the emptiness that is growing like termites in an old bed of two divorced lovers is a straightforward inference. And I hate to tell you this, but smart people will have to get along with a few different individuals before they meet someone who will like them like crazy people adore war - Prashant Singh Rajput

[stfuprashu]

50 shades of dark circle under my eyes >>>

[stfuprashu]

Being harmless is not a virtue. Virtue is the capacity to damage but the decision to refrain. No virtue exists in being incapable. Being incapable of harming others is not an admirable quality. Nobody contests that ants are honourable beings. And the reason for it is that they aren't. They are so weak and unimportant that we often don't even notice when we unintentionally step on them.

[stfuprashu]

The Perfume

What's up, my love?

I've finally accepted the fact that we parted ways after a protracted separation.

But the other day, while I was out with my family, I saw someone wearing the same perfume that you used to wear. After our extended snuggle sessions, I still smelled like that scent. The scent was the same as the one you used on our first date. Later that night, when you hugged me and promised to stick by my side no matter what, I still recall how anxious and relieved I was. It was the same scent that I would smell as you drew closer to me in the middle of winter. It was the same same scent that gave me a sense of contentment, completion, and home. Do you continue to wear it? When you put it on, do you experience the same thoughts I have? You still use "The perfume," right?

~ Prashant S. Rajput

[stfuprashu]

"Manifesting" is essentially a new age reinterpretation of praying without the irksome rituals. That is an extremely powerful self-deception weapon. "My success is a result of my own manifestation; it has nothing to do with privilege or good fortune. Others don't want to succeed as much as I do, which is why they are poor while I am wealthy." The number of individuals that fall for that garbage is alarming and insidious.

[stfuprashu]

I noticed a smile among the sea of people. She was there, in my view. I finally ran across her after so many years. She seems more content, at ease, and emancipated. Her gaze swept over mine, but it was no longer my house. Despite feeling some discomfort in my chest, I nevertheless grinned at her. If she recalls me the same way I remember her, I'm curious. I wonder whether she has any memories of the nights we spent outside admiring and counting the stars while envisioning the splendour of those we could not see. I wonder if she recalls how we would laugh till we were sobbing over the silliest of things, then once we had calmed down, we would look at each other and the cycle would begin all over again. I wonder whether she can recall what it was like to pass out in each other's arms and experience intense love. She could recall those amusing small things we did together, I wonder. I do, however, hope she has forgotten about them. I really hope she doesn't think about those memories the way they do for me. I wish love does not torment her the way it tortures me. Most importantly, I hope she is truly content. I hope she continues to look at the moon, laugh until her stomach hurts, and has tearful emerald eyes. I hope she goes to sleep knowing she is loved. I wish she had happiness in her life. Because the only thing more painful than remembering our love is knowing that it causes her pain as well.

- Prashant S. Rajput