What kind?

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You said that when we are in love we expect a lot of things,
I said yes we do but we also do a lot of little things for each other that becomes above everything.

What kind of love it would be?

A love where we can talk about everything and where silence is never awkward.
Where things may go slow or fast but they is no question about where they are going?
A love of our kind,
Which is never seen in movies but inspired by real lifes,
A relationship where we think practically but which never let us loose the child inside us.

Which stays the same in ups and becomes the strongest when in your falls,
Which never promises to climb the highest mountain at the peak,
But takes the stick and climb every mountain that come as a hurdle in front.

Where action speaks louder than words,
Where its not about taking one big step but the importance is of taking hundred small steps every day.
Where sorry when you would be wrong
And thankyouanuv jai when you would smile
Will not be the big words to say.

A love that is slow,
A relationsip that may have fights but never has a question of leaving,
A person when you see makes you smile in the hardest of times,
Someone who is like the pair of earplugs 
One can not work at times but still be together wired with the other.

A love which would not be a biggest story of all times,
But every day would be bigger than the other day.
Which would not be standing because of fancy days,
But would be hold together on the discussions of ingredients to be used for Masala chai.

A lover that's sure of you
And a love which you're sure of!

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