Day 1-50
I love Summer. I love her since the day she walked into my life. I love her despite the fact that she’s beyond my league. I love never giving up. I love thinking that there’s always a way, and if there isn’t, creating one. I love the smell of her as she walks into the office every morning. I love watching her as she works. I love the fact that she talks to me. I love the fact that I muster the courage to talk back. I love being friends with her. I love walking the crowded streets with her, and discovering new paths. I love having her in the same elevator.
Day 50-100
I love the fact that we’ve become close. I love that we are so different. I love that we come from different worlds and yet relate to the same things. I love waking up in the night dreaming of her. I love showing her my favourite spot. I love that she can talk non-stop. I love that she can sleep in a crowded theatre. I love dreaming of the future. I love kicking the stones on the road as we walk. I love listening to her complain. I love watching the waves as they kiss the shore.
Day 100-200
I love never having a single regret. I love asking her out. I love that her first impression was wrong. I love holding her hand. I love how her hair blows in the wind. I love missing her so much. I love wanting to pick her from my dreams. I love that she can make me smile. I love that she doesn’t care. I love watching her sleep. I love how she infuriates me with her shopping. I love that she’s extrovert. I love that there are things about her that only I know. I love that her personality is somewhere in between. I still love dreaming of the future. I love telling her how I feel. I love being in love.
Day 200-300
I hate our first argument. I hate that she’s distancing herself from me. I hate the fact that she doesn’t believe in true love. I hate that she doesn’t feel the same anymore. I hate how we’ve grown so apart. I hate how we seem to have nothing in common. I hate that we always argue. I hate that somewhere deep within me I still love her. I hate seeing the sun set. I hate that we have to keep remembering the good old days. I hate the fact that we’re breaking up. I hate the fact that we’re moving away. I hate never seeing her again. I hate meeting her accidentally. I hate knowing that she likes someone else. I hate that she’s getting engaged. I hate that she can’t stop talking about him. I hate that she’s getting married. I hate that she never felt the same about me. I hate dreaming about the future.
Day 300-365
I hate that she returned my kisses but not my ardour. I love that she gave me enough happiness to make me sweet. I hate that she gave me enough sorrow to keep me human. I love that she gave me enough trials to make me strong. I hate that she gave me enough hope to make me happy. I hate that our love began with a smile. I love that it grew with a kiss. I hate that it ended with a tear. I hate that my future will always be based on my past.
Day 366
I love the whirlwind that is her. I love how she makes me feel. I love watching the sun rise. I love meeting her for coffee. I love dreaming of the future. I love Autumn.
Whew! That was hardcore. It’s that time of the year when we tend to reflect on the year that’s passed by. Everywhere, people are talking about the best movies, the best moments etc etc. This is my tribute to one of the better movies made this year called 500 Days of Summer. If you haven’t watched it, do yourself a favour and watch it. Now, I’m one of those few lucky ones who harbour no pangs of regret. It’s been an unusually bad year and I can’t wait for a new one to begin; after all it can only get better from here. So here’s to a new Autumn..!!! Happy New Year!
I love Summer. I love her since the day she walked into my life. I love her despite the fact that she’s beyond my league. I love never giving up. I love thinking that there’s always a way, and if there isn’t, creating one. I love the smell of her as she walks into the office every morning. I love watching her as she works. I love the fact that she talks to me. I love the fact that I muster the courage to talk back. I love being friends with her. I love walking the crowded streets with her, and discovering new paths. I love having her in the same elevator.
Day 50-100
I love the fact that we’ve become close. I love that we are so different. I love that we come from different worlds and yet relate to the same things. I love waking up in the night dreaming of her. I love showing her my favourite spot. I love that she can talk non-stop. I love that she can sleep in a crowded theatre. I love dreaming of the future. I love kicking the stones on the road as we walk. I love listening to her complain. I love watching the waves as they kiss the shore.
Day 100-200
I love never having a single regret. I love asking her out. I love that her first impression was wrong. I love holding her hand. I love how her hair blows in the wind. I love missing her so much. I love wanting to pick her from my dreams. I love that she can make me smile. I love that she doesn’t care. I love watching her sleep. I love how she infuriates me with her shopping. I love that she’s extrovert. I love that there are things about her that only I know. I love that her personality is somewhere in between. I still love dreaming of the future. I love telling her how I feel. I love being in love.
Day 200-300
I hate our first argument. I hate that she’s distancing herself from me. I hate the fact that she doesn’t believe in true love. I hate that she doesn’t feel the same anymore. I hate how we’ve grown so apart. I hate how we seem to have nothing in common. I hate that we always argue. I hate that somewhere deep within me I still love her. I hate seeing the sun set. I hate that we have to keep remembering the good old days. I hate the fact that we’re breaking up. I hate the fact that we’re moving away. I hate never seeing her again. I hate meeting her accidentally. I hate knowing that she likes someone else. I hate that she’s getting engaged. I hate that she can’t stop talking about him. I hate that she’s getting married. I hate that she never felt the same about me. I hate dreaming about the future.
Day 300-365
I hate that she returned my kisses but not my ardour. I love that she gave me enough happiness to make me sweet. I hate that she gave me enough sorrow to keep me human. I love that she gave me enough trials to make me strong. I hate that she gave me enough hope to make me happy. I hate that our love began with a smile. I love that it grew with a kiss. I hate that it ended with a tear. I hate that my future will always be based on my past.
Day 366
I love the whirlwind that is her. I love how she makes me feel. I love watching the sun rise. I love meeting her for coffee. I love dreaming of the future. I love Autumn.
Whew! That was hardcore. It’s that time of the year when we tend to reflect on the year that’s passed by. Everywhere, people are talking about the best movies, the best moments etc etc. This is my tribute to one of the better movies made this year called 500 Days of Summer. If you haven’t watched it, do yourself a favour and watch it. Now, I’m one of those few lucky ones who harbour no pangs of regret. It’s been an unusually bad year and I can’t wait for a new one to begin; after all it can only get better from here. So here’s to a new Autumn..!!! Happy New Year!
