Why Do You Love Me?

She was ice, He was fire.

She was tea, He was champagne.

She was books, music and day naps, He was sunglasses, perfumes and selfies.

She was plain, He was handsome, extremely handsome.

She was a software engineer, He was a top notch model.

Despite the inconceivable differences, there was one thing common between them- They loved each other.

It was definitely not the love at first sight. They were classmates and then friends before they came to realize the much hyped feeling about one another. Their careers changed, but the love remained unaltered. The cupid too was a bit partial to them since they managed to live in the same city however, they could meet only on the weekends. Movies, lunches, dinners and road trips- this is how their dates were! To the world, they were the happiest couple. Their Facebook and Instagram profiles overflowed with the cute candid shots captured during the cozy moments. Girls went all 'Ooohs' and 'Aaahs' over his photogenic face and body but he had eyes only for her. She was bewitched by his charm and her luck and often asked herself,
"Of all the girls, why me?"

As eager as she was to know the answer, her guts failed every time and the question would melt into her subconscious.

This time, she made up her mind. She was definitely going to do it. 

"Definitely" she thought.

They met on Saturday for their typical lunch date. Her stomach was already rumbling with the surge of adrenaline so she ordered nothing but lemon water. He got worried and asked her if she was well. She just nodded and said nothing, for she was about to shoot the most daring words from her mouth.

"Why.. Why do you love me?" She finally dared.

All this time, she hadn't looked him in the eyes. She knew if she had, she couldn't have gathered the courage to ask the villainous question. She just glanced down at her knotted fingers and waited for his response.

He was nonplussed. Who would expect such an eccentric question on a romantic date!

"What do you mean?" He blinked a few times. "What is this all about?"
"I just want to know, why do you love me, of all the girls you can be with. Why me?" She stuttered.

He had a hard time figuring what to say next. He was totally clueless as to what he should say, moreover how to say. There was a two minute pause before he answered.
"Take a week off from your work. I will too. Spend this next week with me and I'll answer your question next Saturday. Same time. Same place."

"O-Okay." She couldn't help but accept the offer.

The next week was no romantic. Rather, it was spent doing chores- preparing meals, changing bed covers, washing clothes and dishes, shopping for groceries, TOGETHER. Once in a while he would scribble something on a paper he kept in his pocket that whole time. They lived like a couple and got deeper insights of each other.  She fell more in love with him and her heart ached more.

Saturday arrived sooner than ever. They had lunch at the same table, same time. This time she ate. As soon as their plates cleared, he took out the paper her eyes were familiar of and scribbled one final thing before encasing it in an envelope.

"Here. It contains the answer to your question." He gave away the neat envelope.

She took it and glanced at him. He was simultaneously smiling and blushing.

"Please read it only in private."

She nodded and smiled back at him suppressing the anxiety building inside her.

He dropped her at her at her place and kissed her goodbye.

"Call me as soon as you read it." He muttered before leaving.

"I will." She smiled and waved back.

Having unlocked the door and kicking away the heels, she sat on her bed and opened the letter. With her heart beating fast, she read it. It was as follows-

"When you asked me the reason why I love you, I couldn't understand why you would ask me so. I didn't show you but at that moment, the whole world came crashing down around me. I have loved you for the past four years of my life and would continue to do so even more since you asked me why. It has been my fault all along. I should have expressed my feelings to you more explicitly and should never have given you a single chance to question our compatibility. I understand your insecurities. You think you are inferior to me and I might slip and fall in love with some 'hot' girl. But the truth, my dear is that You are my only type. I don't think I would ever fall in love with any other woman however beautiful she may be. I can't comprehend why it is so hard for you to accept the fact that you are the most beautiful woman to me. This week has been the best week of my life. I would do anything to spend many more weeks, months and years with you. I have known you well enough to love dearly but this very week has made me love you even more. 

You may be totally unaware of the insignificant things you do that make you irresistible. The way you shrink your nose when you smell your lemon tea, when you constantly check for the smudged kohl with your pinky finger below your lower lid, your OCD that compels you to arrange things color wise, the way you smell when you have just bathed, the way you always check the MRP before buying something expensive, your quicksilver speed when you cut the veggies, your inability to stay awake during a movie and ending up sleeping on my shoulder, even after a busy day you call me to check if I have had my dinner or not, the way you say 'Ouchi', the way it feels when you kiss me like a baby, holding my face with your hands and your blushed cheeks after that, the way I smell like you even after you have left, your undying love for footwear and earrings, your kadhai paneer, chicken stew and polygonal rotis. Everything about you speaks cuteness. How could I not fall in love with you? 

You are mine and I am not going anywhere even if Anne Hathaway appeared before me (although I wish she did).

I hope that testimony of mine answers your question. A girl like you should not ask a question like "Why do you love me?". Rather, she should just kiss me hard if such questions ever arise in her mind and forget it. 

I LOVE YOU.

P.S. - Some chocolate syrup from the dessert we had today is stuck on your left cheek. You look cute with it."

Teary eyes, she laughed like a manic after reading the letter. She kissed that priced piece of letter and held it close to her heart. After all she had got the answer to her question that now seemed nonsensical.

With smile never leaving her face, she hurriedly dialed his number.