Rithvik Singh Quotes

The more love I give you, the emptier I feel. I think I’ll only be okay again when I ask you to leave.

There are people who are so kind to you that you can’t help but wonder how they manage to carry so much light within themselves. Do they carry sunflowers in place of a heart? Have they soaked in all the light in the world and are now pouring it into every heart they touch? A few moments with them, and your heart feels lighter. A few more moments with them, and you crave a lifetime. Their kindness makes them more desirable than anyone you’ve ever met.

One day, you won’t miss her. All right, but how are you so sure about it? Do sunsets have an expiration date? Does the ocean get rid of water over time? Do flowers eventually start hating the colour of their petals? Do birds grow to loathe their wings? In love, your soul turn into a beautiful design on the quilt called life. Your heart becomes a studio that only has room for music. Love doesn’t come with an expiration date. Just because someone stopped loving you, it doesn’t mean you’ll stop loving them too

After a long, sunny day, you return home and dip your legs in water. You re-read your favourite book and surprisingly find new sentences to highlight. You find a shirt you love in your closet, one you thought was lost forever. You come across an old test paper from school with a 10/10 and a star given by the teacher. You take a shower, and the water is just the right temperature. You find an old handwritten note in the pocket of your jeans. You make coffee, and it tastes like heaven. You didn’t change the recipe; it just happened. The point is that you deserve someone who makes you feel exactly the way such moments do.

Let’s build a relationship where we don’t break each other’s hearts during fights. Where arguments are always less important than the love we have for each other. Where none of us wait for the other person to resolve a fight. Where the competition isn’t about who wins the argument but who sorts it out first. Where our kids don’t grow up hearing us fight at the top of our lungs. Where our home doesn’t smell like violence but love. Let’s build a relationship where our kids are fluent in the language of love and averse to aggression. A home made of people whose love for one another is a flower unbothered by storms and forest fires.

Clingy friends are worth dying for. The ones who want to include you in every party they’re invited to. The ones who want you to be happy but also get a little jealous every time you talk about your new friends. The ones who take offence when someone says something even slightly bad about you. The ones you can call without dropping a text first and asking if it’s okay to call at the moment. The ones who know your favourite movie isn’t the one you ask everyone to watch— it’s the one you never mention to anyone because you don’t want to share it with others. The ones who know you feel too much. The ones who reassure you that just because you feel a lot doesn’t mean you are a lot. The ones who love you the way the rain loves flowers and poets love stars. The ones who are there for you on days when your heart is breaking, and also on the days when it’s blooming better than all your favourite flowers. There are some friends who make you feel like you’ve already found the loves of your life—hold on to them, always.

When you fell sick as a kid, your mom wouldn’t sleep the entire night. You would even catch her secretly crying. As an adult, living away from home, you find yourself standing alone in your kitchen at 1 a.m., trying to find a medicine that would make your fever disappear. Your roommate is asleep and you don’t want to wake them up. You want to call your mom but realize that while it will give you peace, it’ll give her anxiety. You realize you can hang out with people all day long only to stand in the middle of your kitchen at night all alone, trying to find medicines. You haven’t had dinner, but nobody cares. You haven’t slept properly in days, but nobody has noticed. You’ve been perpetually anxious, but nobody has been able to dissect the sadness in your eyes. You go to the doctor’s clinic alone for the first time and a tear drops from your eyes. This is your rendezvous with loneliness. You’re away from home, constantly trying to feel at home. You realize there are people who love you, but nobody in the world loves you to the point where your illness makes their heart heavy. Nobody feels sick in the gut and has tears in their eyes when you’re unwell. You wonder if it’s even possible to find someone like that—someone who is terrified of seeing you in pain. You check your phone and realize you have ten missed calls from Mom, your home. You call back, and she picks up and says, ‘Is everything okay? I had a bad dream last night.’ You respond by saying, ‘Yes, Mom, I’m all right’. It’s funny how adulting makes you yearn for things you kept taking for granted all your life.

One day, you won’t miss her. All right, but how are you so sure about it? Do sunsets have an expiration date? Does the ocean get rid of water over time? Do flowers eventually start hating the colour of their petals? Do birds grow to loathe their wings? In love, your soul turn into a beautiful design on the quilt called life. Your heart becomes a studio that only has room for music. Love doesn’t come with an expiration date. Just because someone stopped loving you, it doesn’t mean you’ll stop loving them too.