Dear Mysore,
Nothing, really. I just want to seep in to your life again, albeit the distance. For I want to cut to the chase, hold you tight and whisper in your ears, all those things that you've been longing to hear.
You are the kind of a person who'd choose a Chai Tapri over candle-light dinners, a long walk in the midnight over long drives on the highway, a guy like me over Ryan. And you did all of that. And I loved you for all of that you did.
And I will always do so, no matter what.
Delhi.
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