Are you interested? - 3

If you fall in love with me, I would make sure I destroy you. Not just bones, but soul too. Torment you and lust over you. Start our journey from the garden of love, down to the dungeons of self-loathing. After all, whatever I touch surely dies.

I would start with the sweet morning and good night texts — tell you how much your texts make me smile…..  I’ll always stay on top of your chat list, remind you of my existence even if I’m not around — or, in a bitter honest way, being busy ignoring your texts.

I would take you on a walk — hold your hand tight, intertwine our fingers and caress the back of your palm with my thumb. I’ll imprint my marks on your hand, and if someone else holds your hand in future, you will think of this moment. You will be living in the present, yet your thoughts will be focused on the past, on me.

I would wrap you in my arms and promise to make your dreams come true, and my words would be such that if the next guy wraps you in his arms and makes promises, you’ll push him away. You’ll think about the fake promises I made. You’ll not trust him, trust me on this.

We would go out on a date, and I would make it special. Promise. Flowers, candles, and everything one can do for their beloved. I’ll give you every memory a guy can give to his girl on that one date. Because I’ll love you madly, deeply, but not truly. Because I would be obsessed with you. I would lust you. Well, that’s me. I’ll imprint every minute of our date on your soul, so before you relive another date with anyone else, you’ll die — a little more than yesterday.

I would order your favourite food, and when I leave you, I’ll take that dish with me. You’ll have no choice but to find a new dish to love because this one is going to remind you of me, baby.

We would be on a boat. I’ll hold your hand and while we look at the golden orb sunk beyond the silver horizon, I would kiss you, a sudden surprise, and you’ll not pull back, I’ll not let you; my fingers will explore your back, and I’ll pull you close, shower kisses on your body — marking all corners with my kiss. Informing the next guy in my bittersweet way: “I’ve already claimed this part. Actually, all of her.”

I would tug that loose strand behind your ear, letting your earring dangle before pressing my lips against your neck — love bite. A permanent one. I would make sure you don’t live, you die. Because you wanted me to love you. And, yes, I love you.

And after a few years if you feel that you're over me and try to move on with someone else I'll reappear in your mind the moment he utters the same words with honesty but you'll look away and wish they were coming from me. I'll never let you go. I'll always be there in your deepest yet strongest memory. Once mine always mine even if I was never yours.

Would you still fall in love with me? Think again, because I am a writer. I want to explore as much as I can, and maybe, that is why I am usually left alone. Because ultimately, I’m good at leaving no footprints. I don't stay, but I leave behind hopes and agony, love and haunting memories.

So, think not twice, not thrice but umpteenth time before saying a ‘YES’ – Are you still interested in me??