Dear 3 am, my favorite place.

Dear 3 am,

Hello, how are you today? Yesterday I met you and you seemed to be kind to me. Four years back I would cry when you used to come every day. Today I cry occasionally but I am still feeling the same way. There are things I would like to say to you but I will just let you live. I don’t think anything changed over the years that made me face you differently now, than I did before. It is just that I got used to the overwhelming emotions you always brought to me. How I would cry after every heartbreak, smile after every first kiss and sing songs in your name, I still do that now.

My beloved dear 3 am,

You have seen the real me, the coward unmotivated person, and also the one who finished the entire syllabus for an 8 am exam. You have seen my tan lines and heard my silent cries. You have felt my beating heart and everything that ever happened to me over the years. I replay my life when you come knocking at my doorstep, I think about a future which I don’t think would ever exist to live in. How I can manage to communicate with you without even speaking. How I feel you every day approaching me, and my thoughts in the darkness.

You carry me places, you make me text the wrong people and you make me think about the names I would never name my children. You make me do unspeakable things still I wait for your arrival. It is just because of the feeling of belongingness that I have never felt in this world, the warmth that I feel in that part of my life. You are my favorite place. Thank you! 🙂