Summertime at my grandma's
I remember a particular song
where two young lovers, dressed in pastel summerwear
Dancing upon hopeful forevers and a never-ending series of "I love you"s
My first lover,
A relationship bonded with desperation and toxicity,
Two teenagers trying their best to figure out what "love" really holds
A few heartbreaks later, we scribble each other's name on our list of mistakes,
Even promises of forever were limited
I ask the stranger beside my bed,
"What does 'I love you' actually mean?"
He smiles, "I believe that 'I love you's are silent promises for a little forever"
Shifting his gaze he speaks again after a while,
"And forever is us"
Four years later, I realize forever was really us
With smiling faces in a carnival photo booth,
A series of awkward dances in family weddings,
of quoting Chandler Bing in every conversation,
That each one of us carries a "forever" within
But only one craves for that little infinity with you.
~ Bidisha P. Kashyap