Happy Birthday to Me!

Yesterday was my 26th Birthday! Happy Birthday to Me! Happy Birthday to Me! Happy Birthday, Dear Gaurav! Happy Birthday to Me!

Nobody wished me on my birthday, except for my family. Also, the call I was waiting for the most didn’t come.

Did My Girl forget my birthday? Is she even thinking about me?

I don’t know the answers to these questions, all I know is it’s My Birthday and I am happy and enjoying it.

Happy Birthday to Me!!

 

Gaurav Gupta

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Current State

So, have I given up on love? No, but I won’t be the one coming forward with it, chasing you and making all the efforts.

I will just sit pretty and content being single in my joyous zone. If you find me worthy enough, then go ahead and say it to me. But don’t expect me to play the games of hints and silences.

I am done with that circus. You want to be subtle about love? Well, then say – I Love You, at the very least, because nothing less clear will do it for me now.

I am done with the waiting, supposedly romantic, part of love. Just hit me with your love on my face, screaming my name with your blaring tongue, madly in love with me, else – just stay away.

 

Gaurav Gupta

The Day I Saw My Girl

Two years back, on this very day 15th January 2015 I saw My Girl for the very first time. It was a Skype call, business related. There she was. My heart skipped the beat, looking at her. Looking at her beautiful smile.

Today I wanted to write something awesome. Today I wanted to write something brilliant.

Today I wanted to write something that can give my readers goosebumps with perfectly constructed statements.

Today I wanted to write something so fascinating that it takes My Girl to my fantasy world and see what she means to me.

Today I wanted to write something so beautiful that has never been written before.

Today I wanted to write something so imaginative that never has been imagined before.

Today I wanted to write something so sensual that never has been sensed before.

Today I wanted my words to create the magic that My Girl would be lost in them and come back to me.

But right now at this very moment, all I can think is how much I miss her. How badly I want to be with her. How much I Love Her ❤

Happy Second Anniversary for our first Introduction to My Girl.

Stay Happy, Stay Blessed, Stay Smiling.

 

Gaurav Gupta

What’s in the Picture

Drunk, she sends me this picture. 3 AM in the cold wintery night My Girl asks me that what this picture means to me. She told me that this picture means a lot to her.

The only answer I had was that “My Girl, you are texting me, sending me pictures, wanting to talk to me. All this while you are drunk. You are thinking of me while you can’t even stand straight. This means that you Love Me.” I Love You too. I too have drunk texted you so many times because I think of you all the time. Because I miss you all the time. I want to be with you all the time. I want to talk to you all the time.

But instead, I say some random stupid stuff about the shoes, about the wine and everything non-important.

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Last night we had a fight. She said she is going out on a weekend trip with a guy and she can’t tell me who it is. I don’t know what’s going on in her mind. Was she just teasing me or did she actually meant it? I was hurt. How can she expect me to be okay with the fact that she will be roaming around with a guy for the whole weekend? I just want to say to her “My Girl, you are mine and you are mine forever. Nobody can take you away from me.”

I was hurt and in that moment I said something to her which I shouldn’t have said. I wanted to hurt her for hurting me. I know it’s wrong and I feel guilty for it. Sorry, My Girl.

I am so Sorry and I am so in Love with You. I am in Love with you Head over Heels. ❤

P.S – I know that she doesn’t read my blogs, but someday down the line, I want my feelings to reach to her via these blogs. Still waiting for you, My Girl. 🙂

 

Gaurav Gupta

 

One More Time

One More Time I want to See you, to look into those eyes and be lost in them. Want my knees to go weak at your first glance. Want you to see me for who I am. Want to See you.

One More Time I want to Feel you, to touch your soul. To be your whole. To feel the warmth and compassion you have for me. To feel what it likes to be. Want to Feel you.

One More Time I want to Hug you, to bug you. Never want you to leave. Be in my arms always and that hug to never end 🙂 Want to Hug you.

One More Time I want to Love you.

One More Time I want us to be Together, One More Time I want it to be Forever.

One More Time I want to be Not Alone, One More Time I want it to be Regrown.

Can I have that One More Time?

 

Gaurav Gupta

Happy New Year

After a spending time for a week, it was time for me to say goodbye. This is the part which I hate the most, saying goodbye. The past week has been fun. We had gone out to dinners, gone out on movies, had a really long drive. We also had our pizza night and then pizza fight. Now it’s time to go back to our life’s.

My Girl has to resume work in her London office and I had to be back in Delhi.

Sitting together in the car, outside the airport. The silence prevails. Neither I or My Girl said anything for a while. The thought of being away from My Girl gripped my mind. There were no words coming out of my mouth.

After a while breaking the silence My Girl said “So?”

Me: So?

MG: Don’t worry, I will be back in a couple of months.

I said “Hmm” and my head just dropped down. My eyes were wet. My Girl reached out, with a gentle touch she uplifts my chin. I could see even her eyes were wet. I was just looking in her eyes. So beautiful, so deep. Like they were trying to assure my sinking heart that everything will be fine. We will be together soon.

I just wanted her to stop me from going. I just wanted her to tell me to stay. I just wanted to drop everything and stay with her. I just didn’t want to leave her.

I wanted to sing a song for her.

Like the season’s first snow, you are falling on my heart.

My heart is melting and my world is changing.

But in that moment when I wanted to just encapture all her beauty all I could faintly murmur “I Love You” ❤

We hugged. I felt both of us were just melting in each other’s embrace. Nothing could separate us. I took a bite of her luscious lips. My Girl kissed back. I didn’t want that moment to end. I just wanted to be in her arms forever.

As the time for my flight drew nearer, My Girl drives us to the dropping point. I picked my luggage and got out of car. I hugged her. I hugged her tight, never wanting to let her go. After some time, I kissed her forehead and said the most difficult goodbye.

I said goodbye with a renewed hope that in few months time she will be back and we will be together again.

I Love You.  I miss You. ❤

 

Gaurav Gupta

 

 

Happy Christmas!!

Merry Christmas, I say. Merry Christmas she says. We kissed each other. Holding each other so tightly, never wanting to be apart. We could faintly hear the giggles of the people passing by but we were so engrossed in each other that we didn’t care.

From a long time, I was planning this surprise. On the eve of Christmas, I was there in front of her home in London. I rang the bell. In half sleep, still rubbing her eyes My Girl opened the door. Our eyes meet, our lips broadened and extending our arms we hugged. Even in this cold weather, I was feeling warm. She was happy and surprised at the same time. Her expression was priceless. Her smile was awesome.

She had so many questions. How? When? Why?

All I could mutter was “I Love You” ❤

She hugged me and we kissed.

I couldn’t get enough of her. I was tired and exhausted after travelling 24 hours but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted her, all the time. Her weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze further and further in her. I wanted to watch her face. I wanted her sweat to drop onto me. I wanted to drop mine on her. I got on top of her. I’d never done it before. I couldn’t really believe it, I was doing this. I was inventing something. I held her and put it inside her. I felt deep in her. I’ll never forget it. I was in charge and she liked it. I held her hands down. She pretended she was trying to break free. She let her tits touch my face. She went mad as I bucked. I pushed down. I couldn’t believe it. One of her fingers flicked over my bum. I did it to her. She lifted and heaved. I couldn’t believe it. There was no end to it, no end to the new things. She did something. I copied her. I did something. She did it back. I took her from behind. She pushed back, forced more of her into me. I sucked her. She licked me. She made me come on her stomach. I sucked her toes. The whole room rocked.

Now, here we were in the mall of London. Two souls deeply in love with each other that we don’t care about anyone and just kissing and fondling each other.

I Love You, My Girl. I Love You for the way you smile. I love you for the way you make me feel happy. I Love You because no one can complete me the way you do.

Happy Christmas My Girl. Stay Happy. Stay Smiling 🙂

Gaurav Gupta