Love Gets Another Definition

Love Gets Another Definition
She wasn’t contesting a beauty pageant, but I was already on my way to give her all sorts of awards and prizes I thought she deserved for being the most important lady in my life. I don’t know if she was the most beautiful lady I’ve known; I have known several others as good looking and even better looking than her, but she certainly was the most important person in my life. All said and done, looks didn’t matter a lot as long as there was love between us, and there was quite a bit of it screaming its presence between us louder than a pressure-cooker’s whistle.

I couldn’t help thinking she deserved a lot more than what she had found in me. She deserved to be among stars. While I find myself submerged within the ground myself, I can never propel anyone among stars. She deserved a higher level of honour I can ever bestow upon anyone. She is already on the highest point on a podium  I have in my mind.

She deserved the best of everything in the world, and I was willing to give her everything I possibly could. I began to feel bad when I realised she deserved a lot more than whatever I could give her. It was certainly not the best. I was quite surprised when I realised she was content and satisfied with whatever little I was able to give her.

There isn’t much I can give her except my love and attention. Though this seems to be puny to me, yet it suffices all she wants from me. It made her feel important. I shall make sure her importance in my life is revised before her every single day. this makes her feel happy, and this is what I want.

I did my best to keep her happy and contented with what she had. Her biggest asset is me, and I hope to be able to prove my mettle in the years to come. Being satisfied with what one has spreads a feeling of contentment within oneself. It is the best way to feel good. Being thankful to Allah for what one has is the best way of feeling good. I thanked Allah for her presence in my life, and somehow, I know she expresses her gratefulness in her own way.

I want her to feel good about herself and her existence. I want her to smile, and I want her to  smile for a long time. Her smile is going to make me happy, and it is going to keep me happier than anything else. This is a complimentary relation that I have to understand to its comprehensiveness. I have to be happy myself, for my happiness is going to propel happiness within her. Everyday, I look for avenues to make myself happier than I was yesterday for I know this way, I am only making her happier than she ever can be.

This is how I learn that her smile is not the only entity that can propel happiness into her soul, and it can keep her happy for a longer time.  I need to ascend higher grades of happiness if I want her to be happy. The converse theorem is true too as she needed to smile and she had to do it quite often to make sure I was happy. I don’t think the realisation of this fact propelled her to any heights higher than where she already stood. She was very down to earth, firmly rooted to her roots, and yet I can see her over and above everyone I have ever known.

Unconsciously, I was thrown ahead by time for a short while, and thankfully, I was brought back to my present day too. I realised I had been dreaming about her while I held her photograph before me. Her silent photograph pronounced some more words than I did while I looked at it. In a small way, I am thankful for the silence I maintained because there is no one to pay heed to my cries.

She is still a dream.