Joy comes to us from those whom we love even when they are absent …; when present, seeing them and associating intimately with them yields real pleasure … 

~Seneca

She’s a keeper.

Because.

For Her kindness — that cosmic richness of her heart (from me to pets to the whole humanity).

For Her authenticity — that pure, approximately 1300 grams, one-in-the-world, one-of-a-kind beautiful brain.

For Her meticulous attention-to-detail — that passionately fuck-serious, caring soul.

For Her simplicity — that class and chewable expectations.

For Her work ethic and future aspirations — that mountain-top ambition.

For Her honesty and strength-of-character — that bold poise and weight in her words.

For Her sense of humor — Gawdd! That Telegram GIFs.

For Her beauty — specially that makeuplessness which I’ll forever adore.

For Her vibe — that palpable presence; the energy she radiates around you.

For Her care — that deep, rare, genuine, warm and from-the-heart I’m here for you, hardcore friendship.

For Her unpolished vulnerabilities she openly shares.

For Her adorable, sometimes worrying hypocrisies too.

And lastly, Her smile — myaan. Fuck!

Passa, I loves you forever of ever myannn!

And, most importantly, thanks for bass-ing, embracing and gracing me with your system!

p.s. These adjectives will never confine the noun she is.

Because.

She’s a keeper.

Namaste.

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