There is no more clichéd word than it. If there's any word that describes that feeling more perfectly, I would definitely choose that. But I doubt if there's some strong word or a word at all, to describe that; the feeling which I have for her.
Not 12 hours has passed since I shot a look of disapproval at her for teasing me. I know she was hurt with that look and I have felt it at that moment. But I also felt right in doing that at that time, I was reluctant to leave her and she's perfectly unaware of my feelings. And yet after half an hour I wished that I could stay and curl up in her lap. I wanted to rest on her as she sings a lullaby, with rights on it reserved only for me. I know I am always special for her but I wanted her to show it. I had a impulse to run to her and hide my face in her lap and find solace when her hand gently caresses my hair. I yearned for that, as a starved one yearns for food; but this solace I find with her will not satiate me, possibly forever. Of course, it's so natural.
I had to resign myself acknowledging that she has so much to do and any slight change in my bold behavior would make her upset and cancel her plans of happiness. I cannot separate her from her father. She needs him just the way I need her. I accepted it reluctantly but what other option did I have besides acquiescing, knowing the daily busi-ness of life, her and mine too. Still I am selfish for my happiness but not at the cost of hers. I love her more than I love my happiness. But I want her to remember that I always love her. I love you mom!
Not 12 hours has passed since I shot a look of disapproval at her for teasing me. I know she was hurt with that look and I have felt it at that moment. But I also felt right in doing that at that time, I was reluctant to leave her and she's perfectly unaware of my feelings. And yet after half an hour I wished that I could stay and curl up in her lap. I wanted to rest on her as she sings a lullaby, with rights on it reserved only for me. I know I am always special for her but I wanted her to show it. I had a impulse to run to her and hide my face in her lap and find solace when her hand gently caresses my hair. I yearned for that, as a starved one yearns for food; but this solace I find with her will not satiate me, possibly forever. Of course, it's so natural.
I had to resign myself acknowledging that she has so much to do and any slight change in my bold behavior would make her upset and cancel her plans of happiness. I cannot separate her from her father. She needs him just the way I need her. I accepted it reluctantly but what other option did I have besides acquiescing, knowing the daily busi-ness of life, her and mine too. Still I am selfish for my happiness but not at the cost of hers. I love her more than I love my happiness. But I want her to remember that I always love her. I love you mom!
