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  • Things I learnt (and, unlearnt) in my 30s…

    Things I learnt (and, unlearnt) in my 30s…

    I hit my early 30s and I realized it’s time to start living a smarter, more fulfilling life. This definitely does not end the stress the anxiety. Those come in when you have bills to pay.

    In your 30s, it’s important to step back and get a little perspective through some good old-fashioned reflection (sometimes with a glass of Whiskey). Sometimes it’s easy to think it’s all doom and gloom as the years tick over and the fine lines and white hairs (honestly, no white hair yet) start setting in; however, getting older needn’t be something to cringe at. I do cringe though. Sometimes, I do preach and not practice. Instead, it should be something to celebrate – no matter the age! (Again, with Whiskey).

    Each year around my birthday, I write a post acknowledging my new age, what I am grateful for, what has been an absolute disaster. I also get a tattoo. I have 22 now. I ’ve found this a great way to put things into perspective and to look at life with kindness rather than criticism (mostly, criticism for me please).

    But, amidst all the sarcasm, criticism, and life happening, few things are non negotiable for me and I try and put those into action.

    1. Self-Care: The meaning of self care is subjective. Can be retail therapy, just therapy, skincare, may be some wine & music, an hour long call with your long distance best friend, wear a nice dress and click some pictures, etc. For me, it is lighting that candle after a long ass day of work (Lavender & Vanilla, for anyone asking), and doing my skin care. I ain’t kidding when I say I love to massage my face with that Jade Roller and finally, go to sleep. Adding onto skincare, please sleep on silk pillowcases. Like, please.
    2. Don’t dwell on the past for too long: Okay, I know, way easier said then done. And listen, I get it. There were times in which you didn’t get that dream job or perhaps someone took advantage of you when you had good intentions for them. It’s okay to think about the times that didn’t go your way or as planned, but trust me when I say, “Let that shit go!” Again, I take my own sweet time to let things go. But when I do, there’s no turning back.
    3. Be vocal, even if the truth is sometimes insipid: I cannot stress on this enough. You might have less people liking you for being vocal & opinionated. But trust me, the people actually like you despite these, are the golden glitters in your life. Never let them go and never let crappy people in
    4. Never Settle: Honestly, I am not really qualified or the right person to say this because I have settled in the past without considering what I wanted. But I am trying to change that. Being vocal helps run this intention.
    5. Stand up for yourself: I’m a highly extroverted person and I’ve taken confrontation with a glass of shot that burns my fucking throat. But, let me tell you this, when the confrontation is over and everything is out there, you feel so damn good! I’m a firm believer that people should speak their minds and stand up for what’s right and not take shit from anyone. My father has instilled this thought in me and I am forever grateful to him. There are plenty of ways to have a no-mess and no-nonsense approach when it comes to stating your peace. BE VOCAL.
    6. You can create the life you want: Ngl, I struggle with this. We all have certain dreams and aspirations that we want to achieve, but the key is finding the right steps to execute them. To sail through the trying times and make the best out of it. This isn’t something that is going to happen overnight. So you have to layout certain steps to get there, such as finding your purpose, setting goals, staying focused, and learning from people that you admire. Adding to this. I learn from my best friend. She is tinier than me but one of the most resilient women I have come across.
    7. Be okay with circles getting smaller: You have to learn to be okay with breaking up with friends that aren’t growing with you. Leave those ‘friends’ behind who pull you down.
    8. Not everyone is going to understand you: You will have certain views, outlooks, and goals that everyone won’t agree with. It’s up to you to cut out the noise and continue to do you. Do not express everyone to be aligned with your thought process.
    9. Treat yourself: Life is too hard to never reward yourself. Buy that new handbag, buy that lipstick (you can never have too many lipsticks), or that dress that makes you fucking stand out in the crowd— whatever it is, treat yourself because you deserve it. In the process, be mindful to never live above your means, but also don’t be cheap to yourself EVER!
    10.  Go after what you want: If you want that dream job (persistence is the key), or that cute guy’s number (This is subjective though. You might want to be asked out rather than ask out)— you have to go for it! Don’t be afraid to take risks and be intentional with what you want out of life. I have applied to jobs I have been rejected a year ago and have had them finally reaching out to me. I might land that role if I keep manifesting it.
    11. Learn from your past mistakes: This does not bode well with all the time. I mean I do learn from my mistakes but I sometimes end up repeating it (Jamie Foxx was right when he said, ‘Blame it on the alcohol’). But hey, I might be 31, I am still learning.
    12. Rest and reset as much as you need to: You know how bad conditioning is? I have been conditioned to work hard in my 20s and 30s, without taking the work hours into consideration, not take leaves unnecessarily. What looks necessary to me might look unnecessary to others and I don’t expect them to understand that. So, take necessary breaks- if you think you need time off, take it! If you feel, you want to be away from people for a week to organize your thoughts, do it!
    13. Money won’t buy happiness, but it damn sure helps!: Oh please, money does bring happiness. You can comfortably live your life when you know you have that money in your account.
    14. Listen to your body: I have failed to do this for years. I have overexerted multiple times. My body is slightly different than it was when I was in my 20s. I’ve realized how much my metabolism has slowed down in addition to not handling endless libations like I once could. Whatever the case, don’t neglect your body. You need multivitamins to function better? Please get them!
    15. Never be afraid to ask for help: This does not sit well with me. I am a hyper independent person and I will keep pushing myself until my brain asks me stop. My pride gets in the way of letting me excel and I am not very proud of it. Closed mouths don’t get fed, so if you need assistance, just ask.
    16. Know yourself, know your worth: You have to constantly believe in yourself without seeking validation from others. But sometimes, that validation massively helps. That one text from your loved ones can give you a positive boost without even you realizing it. Know that you are worthy of all good things, despite people’s opinions and others trying to bring you down.
    17. Take a lot of pictures: This is my favorite! I am very, very high on pictures and I love maintaining my Instagram. I understood how important it is to capture moments and a how it speaks a 1000 words.. So take pictures and record videos, it can be fun and healing to look back on memories. Definitely pumps me up on my low days!
    18. Don’t be afraid to admit you’re wrong: Life is going to constantly teach you lessons, and embracing your failures and errors is a part of it. We all have flaws and we have to stop letting our pride get in the way of admitting them. Owning up is sometimes hard but we can always try, right?
    19. Everyone is not going to like you: This hits the right chord for me. I literally have very few close friends and I swear by them. People may not like the work you do, your opinions, or your personality — and that’s okay. You can’t focus on pleasing everyone else, just stay true to yourself and the right people will be by your side. As long as you like you, that’s all that matters.
    20. There is no perfect timeline for achievements: Not going to lie, this is one that I still struggle with. More so because I have a hard time accepting it. Specially, after I moved overseas at the age of 30 and kind of had to start life from scratch. I don’t have a house or car of my own. I still pay rent. And I guess, that’s okay. You can buy that house or the car when you feel right, financially. Right now, if buying that $200 dress makes you feel proud of yourself, you do you, boo!
    21. It’s okay to not be okay sometimes: This is just self -explanatory. If you feel the need to scream into a pillow or cry to sleep. Do fucking that!
    22. Move somewhere new: I have been on the move since the last 12 years. The last move, however, have been the most difficult one. But, it taught me and continues to teach me so much. Moving to a new place is probably the best way to get a fresh, new perspective.
    23. Create more than you consume: I love social media, especially Instagram because it just gives me the pleasure of uploading pictures, looking at the brands I like, looking at the people I love. I have been called an ‘influencer’ by people who does not even understand what an influencer is because I am active on Instagram. And you know what I realized? It’s my account and I can do anything I want with it!
    24. Cherish the people you love: Tomorrow is not promised, so it’s important to spend time with the ones you love. It’s equally important to tell them how they make you feel, let them know that they are appreciated. This is a two – way street though. Treat people the way they treat you. You are not in this world to please everyone. You are not a Golden Retriever!

    Love,

    N

  • The day I became a Mum!

    The day I became a Mum!

    Just about 3 weeks ago, I was just Nikita, a wife though but not a Mum. Not even close to becoming one. Had no thoughts about it, no plans, no mood. Honestly, I felt like one only when I watched the videos that came on my Facebook and Instagram Feed.

    But then, it suddenly happened.  Rohan and I did keep talking about it. Watched ‘n’ number of videos and thought about becoming parents but then we backed out every time since we both work full time. We went nuts after seeing videos of Golden Retrievers and German Shepherds. And also, Rohan wanted a German Shepherd and I wanted a Pug. He doesn’t like smaller dogs, Says they are useless. XD And no way was I getting a German Shepherd. I fucking pee on my pants even if they are a kilometer away. I know they are the best dogs. So our conversations about getting one always narrowed down to Golden Retrievers.

    And then, one fine Friday, we were working from home and the man of the house suddenly started checking adoption centers, kennels and what not. The man of the house wanted a dog since the past 2 years and I wasn’t very keen on that thought. Mainly, because I have always been scared of them after one chased me like a mad man back in my childhood. Pretty much the scene from Bhaag Milkha Bhaag. “Ekbaar pagal kutta piche pad gaya tha. Kheto se lekar ghar tak bhaga tha”. However, after meeting Rohan, my fear eventually was overpowered by furry baby’s cuteness and loyalty and I started to dislike cats and love dogs. I started playing with them at my apartment, my Brother’s place, my office and any other place where I found one. My Instagram search feed was full of dog videos. Every kind.

    So the next Saturday, we casually called one of our friend who’s Golden Baby had given birth to a litter and we casually went to check them. We reached there and started playing them and just cuddling them. By then, the man of the house and I were mentally parents and started talking about his food, vaccination and all other kinds of stuff. Soon, we had ‘Kuttush’ in a box, in our car, on my lap. And there, we became parents in a day.

    Honestly, I was fucking nervous, weird, anxious and what not. Because, obviously, duh! This was a whole new experience for both of us. And you know, Rohan had the name Kuttush in mind since the day we started talking about dogs. When we saw that little guy, he felt like Kuttush. He was one little, fluffy, innocent looking guy who pooped on my lap while going back home. I was fucking annoyed with that warm, liquid, gross poop on my lap but I did not react. I wasn’t angry on the little guy instead I felt sorry that Kuttush was tired, freaked out about going to his new home and pooped right there because he had no way out. And bang! I became a Mum 😐

    Trust me, it wasn’t easy and it is still not easy for me to accept that our lives have changed. We are getting accustomed to him being with us because we love him.

    The first day, sir pooped twice on my carpet and I sent it for washing, got it back and rolled it forever. Then came in Rohan’s gym shoes. He chewed them away to glory and then I packed all our shoes into the cupboard. The weird part is it’s fun watching him do all that.

    Then came the second day and the responsibility part. Waking up way before we actually woke up to give him food, ask him to poop and pee on the pad. I lost my shit. I lost my shit at the house being dirty to a level that I can never imagine. But then, all this goes away when I look at his face. But again, I won’t lie, it’s a task coming back home from work and cleaning the entire house and then not getting enough sleep and running back to work the next day. No kidding, but I have literally spent two hours everyday sleeping at work for one entire week. I am an impatient person so handling a dog and being patient with his potty training is an extremely tedious task for me. But you know what? I have Rohan who is by far the most patient guy and the best Father that Kuttush can ever get. He is the man who every girl would actually want. He is so good with Kuttush that I have become less anxious and worried now.

    I know we need to sacrifice our date nights, movie nights, drinking nights at pubs for another month at least. But this is all an experience that I don’t think anyone who loves dogs would not want to experience. Coming back home and Kuttush jumping at me and sitting on my lap like there’s no tomorrow is something that I enjoy. Hearing all this to do’s from Rohan and what new chew and ruined is again something that does make me angry but then I think it’s okay. Maybe, it’s okay to not have a perfect, neat and clean home. I am still not completely okay about this. I need time. I am pretty sure Kuttush will change my thoughts and my weird obsession with cleanliness. The other day he made three tiny holes on my new curtain. My heart cried but then eventually I racked those curtains up and tied them to a level he can’t reach. I come back home and he sleeps on my lap like a baby and doesn’t do any kind of nuisance. Doesn’t give a jack to Rohan when he scolds.

    Cutting this short, bringing Kuttush home has possibly been the best that I and Rohan have done. Maybe, he will help us prepare well for the future. The love that he will shower at us is not comparable. It is unconditional. And maybe, he will also make us better parents and better human beings.

    Still bummed about becoming a parent though and trying to gulp a little every day by just taking a look at his face which is I kid you not, so adorable. I can see him growing every day. I feel he is growing by the hour. Or is he? I don’t know. But I can see him grow into a handsome, good pup pretty soon.

    You know what? Kuttush has a way to punish us too. Damn funny but yes, he does. He decides to poop in front of our bed if we are even 5 minutes late to give his food. He has all the weird corners of the house to sleep in no matter how comfortable his bed his. My chappal, Rohan’s toe, my kurtas, and dirt are his favorite foods now. He licks clean all my windows no matter how much I scold him not to eat dirt and eat the food that we give him. But, sadly all in vain. He thinks he is a power ranger and starts running towards us like he’s about to reach new heights at the Olympics for Dogs. But he can’t balance his own body. XD

    Becoming a Mum isn’t easy. Not at all a piece of cake and absolutely not if you are scared of dogs or are a cleanliness freak like me. I am trying hard and working towards becoming a better Mum. I am pretty sure I will keep writing more about Kuttush as he keeps growing and increases his to-do list. XD

    We are really are annoyed, excited, thrilled to go on with this journey. Kuttush is a bag of joy in our lives.

     

    -Love

    WildChild

  • Am I just ‘dealing’?

    Am I just ‘dealing’?

    How bad is it to not be able to make a decision? How bad it is to not have a sense of responsibility? Do you feel unwanted? Do you feel you have not done enough? Do you feel you could have done a lot more?  I think these thoughts are normal.

    I remember moving to Bangalore right after my 12th and knowing nothing about living in a metro city or rather a big city. I came from Guwahati which is a small city at least compared to where I live now.  I knew nothing about living alone. But I figured. Adulting was a tough job for me but I managed. I managed to survive, live a decent life, away from my parents in a city which spoke Kannada and I didn’t know jack. I still remember 1st August 2011, my first fucked up day in Bangalore. My parents dropped me off to my hostel. Honestly, I just wanted to get out of home after my 12th, away from my ‘controlling parents’. I think that is the basic thought process of a 17-year-old. I had no idea how badly going away from my parents would affect me. I am 26 now and speak to my mother for hours now, every day. Back then, two calls in a row from her or my father would irritate me. I did not even try to realize or understand their state of mind and what they went through every single day since 2011,  because I was 2000 miles away from them, on my own.  I was adamant, arrogant and barely 18 to realize that I am wrong.

    Months passed by and the dreadful hostel food which had gravy in every god damn thing started affecting me and my mental health who just wanted to go back home to her parents and eat dal, bhaat, and omelette.  I hated my hostel, my warden, that college, every bit of Bangalore. I hated that I had to study something that I didn’t want to. I did not have the decision-making power or ability. I was an idiot. The only thing that kept me going were the long summer holidays when I could go home.

    Two years just flew away in Bangalore and I realized that I cannot continue what I was doing. I was ruining myself, my mental health and my state of being a sensible, responsible, sober person. I had to get out. But how? All this hit me hard. I felt like I hit rock bottom.

    One not so fine day, during my summer holidays, I came out to my parents and told them that I want to quit and pursue Mass Communication. They freaked. I cried. They thought their daughter has met her end. They thought I will not be able to do anything decent anymore. After all these years I know that all their worry, tension, and anxiety were justified. After a long family drama and a LOT of talking, I moved to Delhi in 2013.

    My life has been decent since then, I guess. I studied what I wanted to and got a job. I realized where my parents came from when they told me they were worried about me. It took me long enough to understand my parents. But I am glad I finally did and I would never go back to the shrewd teenager that I was.

    I still have the problem of taking certain decisions. I stumble and fall and fail. But I manage to get up. I managed to make it on my own and I know I will keep doing it. I obviously have the man in my life who is my backbone and I know he will stick.

    I do get the feeling of nothingness and I do feel that I am just ‘dealing’ with all kinds of stuff. I do feel I am not worthy enough or that I haven’t achieved things that I wanted to by the time I was 26. I guess I have time. I guess I am okay.

    I guess it’s okay to not know everything and not figure out everything. I took two long years to figure out what I wanted to do. I took a decent amount of time to understand my parents and Rohan.

    I do have bad days at work and in my personal life. Doesn’t mean I will stop. Sure, I will feel miserable and live in a state of oblivion for a while. But things do get normal, right? That is how life is and will be.

    We all have terrible days in our life but that absolutely doesn’t mean that every day will throw dirt on us. Having bad experiences teaches you how to live a better, meaningful life.

    We should not project this onto others. I know I have and I am not very proud of it.

    Told my husband “you suck”; gave the finger to someone who did not even cut me off! Who do we usually project feelings of insecurity onto? I stopped feeling, thinking, but completely withdrew. I went to sleep and hoped that it would all end by the time I woke up. Or, tried to self medicate by taking painkillers, drugs, or overeating. How do I actually self medicate? I firmly believed that these ugly feelings are forever and if anything thing would get worse. “There is no hope, I am a stupid person”, “I will never get this”, “I will never…”

    I should actually stop for a moment and think. In fact, I should honour any feeling that I have even if it is the most impractical and illogical one ever. I should be kind to myself and show compassion. I should speak to myself with respect and dignity and not allow any thoughts of disrespect to invade my mind and my soul.  I should remember that this too shall pass.

    If all these are ‘dealing’ with the stuff then all right, I am gladly ‘dealing’.

     

     

  • Look ahead! It was just a bad day.

    There’s a reason why I am doing this. I have had a very shitty start to my morning and I wanted to write about it to feel better. Or not? Or at least I have a way to pour my heart out.

    Just this morning, I took a look at myself in the mirror, right before I was stepping out for work, early in the day, with no hint of cosmetics, as yet attempting to open my eyes. I understood how extraordinary I looked. It stunned me for a brief moment and I would not like to accept what I saw. Why? All things considered, not on account of I look “awful” without makeup. In any case, how I am molded to see myself with layers of foundation, concealers and all things not natural every day. I had forgotten how my skin or face actually looked. This is just a statement to prove how I feel about my own skin. I am not hesitant or I don’t refrain from saying that I don’t like makeup. I absolutely love it. It makes me feel good. But it also pulls me back on some days. Maybe, that’s normal. The next lines that I am about to write will not justify makeup. But, the reason for all this is only because my day started with this thought and I had to write it out. And it simply continued to be bad from all the other aspects.

    Why look ahead and get over things, people ask me. I believe it’s the best to always look ahead. We all have bad days. Bad days are a part & parcel of all our lives. You cannot, simply cannot be happy every day.

    So you’ve had a not good, terrible day, and you just want to make yourself feel better right away (corny rhyme totally not intended there). Trust me, I get it. Bad days are the worst, and after a bad day, you probably just want to crawl into a hole (basically,  your bed, with a bottle of beer and reruns of Friends), and never see the light of day again. That’s great, but maybe consider these other ways to feel better after a bad day.

    Maybe you got into a screaming match with your bestie or had a bad day at work or a fight with the man of the house. But, take a deep breath, because it’s all going to be OKAY. No, seriously. It will be.

    Whatever caused your bad day, take solace in the fact that there are things you can do to make yourself a little more zen and centered before tomorrow comes. That way, when you’re feeling 100 percent, you can tackle your problems head-on.

    Some foolproof ways to get rid of a bad day (my ways, mind you). You are most welcome to try these.

    1. Come back home and drink beer. Sleep it off then.
    2. Watch Friends.
    3. Talk to your BFF/man of the house/boyfriend/girlfriend/parents
    4. Listen to some good music. Preferably Metal. It will calm your brain as fuck. ( I can share a list of bands too.)
    5. Or Porcupine Tree. Always Porcupine Tree.
    6. Bring out a pack of smokes and READ.

    I have whined my share of how crappily my day started. Time to get back to work.

    -Love

    WildChild

  • Being Outspoken – A Curse or a Boon?

    Being outspoken has been both a boon and a curse for me. I cannot speak enough about all the judgments and outspoken racism that I have gone through.

    -Thanks to being outspoken, you aren’t afraid to say when you’re upset, angry or disappointed, which means your relationships with loved ones are always very honest and open. (This is told by the people who know me). This, however, is not true for me all the time.

    1. The Troublemaker

    Being outspoken and having a loud mouth often gets me into trouble. I think something went wrong during my developmental stages of aging and it caused my filter to break and disappear because sometimes words just come spewing out of my mouth. Or maybe, I was born without a filter. I have no control over it. I have constant word vomit/puke/barf, and my mouth doesn’t care where I am, who I am with, or what I am doing when this occurs. Seriously though, is there a number I can call to get a new filter? Or does any of the e-commerce website sell a mouth filter? I also tend to need to have the last word, especially in an argument, which never works out well for me.

    2. I Will Always Stand Up for Myself

    Being outspoken has helped me in a lot of ways, one of them being that I will ALWAYS stand up for myself when I am in a sucky situation. I am not the kind of person you can walk all over or talk down too, and I can thank my outspokenness for that. Because I stand up for myself I don’t allow people to treat me like shit and get away with it. I will let you know straight up that you pissed me off, and in the end, it actually helps a situation.

    3. Expressing My Opinion

    No matter what anyone tells you, your opinion does matter. Next time you’re in a situation where you want to state your opinion, but are too afraid too, for whatever reasons; do it! Your opinion can be helpful for not only yourself but for others as well. If you don’t stand up for yourself, you will never get treated with the respect you deserve. So, the next time someone is walking all over you or disrespects you, speak up, and be heard! My opinion is at times seen as an authority.

    I might come out as a very rude, arrogant, and opinionated person. I don’t want to justify any of those adjectives. Everyone has a different perception. I also reveal too much, too soon. This is obviously because of the missing filter.

    All I can say in the end is that there is a fine line between being Outspoken and being rude. And as long as we see that line clearly, things will absolutely be fine.

    -Love

    Wildchild

  • The story behind the big fat bong wedding…

    I am no Chetan Bhagat and my story is not two states. Same state, two fat bongs but interesting.

    P.S: Chetan Bhagat is trash by the way.

    I was almost obsessively preoccupied with the idea that there is someone who could see you—the real you—and love you unconditionally. I wrote pages and pages filled with descriptions of my loneliness, my longing, and my daydreams of the person who would cure me of everything just by loving me. (Those pages do not exist. I wrote them and tore it off. Wrote it only to get things out of my head.) Falling in love, though, is much harder in practice than in theory.

    And then I grew up.

    How often do you find yourself with people who believe in you and support you in all ways they can? Not very often, right? So when I met this guy, Rohan or, as you guys might know him, puch/puchu/boo ( as I call him with all the love ), three years ago I had no idea we would come this far. So I wanted to dedicate this one story just for this sweet little child (pun not intended) I have in my life.

    We are each other’s sidekicks when it comes to trying effed up things, this man is always up for any crazy shit that I wanna do. So as weird as I could get, and as I drunk I could get that particular day of October 2015, I met him, at my brother’s place. Now the weird part here is that he is my brother’s friend for the past 6 years back then and I never heard his name. So on this particular day of October and also it was Pujo, I met Rohan. I was sitting on the bed, enjoying a nice glass of monk and Bam! Sir enters. My first reaction: He is cute. And then my so-called ego hormone kicks in and I did nothing about him being cute. The night starts with usual drinks and he seemed to have a remote interest in the music that I was playing. Tell my brother – Bhai, kishob challache! ( I was playing I live my life for you by Firehouse that time). We did talk, indirectly, of course.

    Well the after a few drinks and the night staying alive, we started talking and gaining a little interest in each other. I will simply jump on the next day without elaborating that night in which my brother got freakishly possessive about me being close to Rohan.

    The next day started with a small talk about exchanging last night’s pictures of the party and that conversation took a friendly and funny turn and lasted for hours. So much so that my cell phone became a landline as it was constantly put for charge and I was chatting.  Cutting it short, we spoke about anything and everything. And somewhere it felt right. So right that we went for a movie and dinner date the next day. I created some sort of random story to lie to my parents and went out with him. The humor here was that our first movie together was Pyaar ka Punchnama 2. What a kickstart to a new relationship! It ended with a nice dinner wherein he took me out to one of nicest restaurants in town. The following days after the date ended up in more talks and my thoughts becoming stronger and firmer and all the more concrete. I was never so sure about a guy.

    However, our last meeting before I left for Delhi took a rough turn and things ended abruptly and I left for Delhi. The kid inside me obviously blocked him on ALL social media platforms. The next day after I boarded my flight, I unblocked him and there was a text from him in less than a microsecond! Nothing major, just ‘have a safe flight’ which bought a happy-sad smile on my face.

    The same night I was back in Delhi, in my room and was binge watching. We started talking again. And this time for good, I guess. After all the last day drama in Kolkata and things having a rough patch, he asked me out, drunk.  I did not believe him, obviously. The same thing happened the immediate next day and I finally gave in. And therefore, it started. My long-distance relationship from day 1 which ended up in this current, crazy roller coaster ride which is full of terrible ups and downs, happiness, and absolute madness. Those long-distance months were, of course, difficult but it sure made us strong. There were times when he ended up fighting so bad that things were about to end. But somehow or something kept us attached. After all that has happened, I believe whatever takes place in your place, actually happens for good.

    I lost my innocence to him in a good way. I lost myself to him.

    Whole lotta love,

    Wildchild