Dear Individuals

Dear 'Individuals',

As a 20-year old girl who you think is seldom wrong, I want to make a confession. I am wrong. I was wrong. I will always be wrong. I am so wrong. So many wrongs have I been through, so many wrongs have I played with, so many wrongs have I birthed, so many wrongs have I dated, so many wrongs have I seen, so many wrongs have I hidden behind the door, which I shut every time someone tries to come close and have a peek through it; so many wrongs have I burned in the fire that their ashes can form a sea, a sea of ashes formed from the ashes of all the wrongs that I burned. Do you want to know why I burned those 'wrongs'? Do you want to know why I let their ashes fly in the air, and not collect them as memories of my wrongs which died? Because I loved those wrongs; I loved those wrongs so much that I could live with them forever, in my afterlife, and in the afterlife of my afterlife. Because I didn't want to get addicted to those wrongs. Because I am a deranged dynamite. Because I like to listen to Miles Davis as I open up the stitches that the nurse had sewn on my shoulder. Because I am a time bomb. Because I am so wrong, because I am always wrong. Because I don't want to be right even when I know that I am wrong. Because I am wrong, I want to be more wrong. Because I have seen it, seen how it is to live with 'rights' and 'wrongs'. Because I don't want to everyone to see me with the wrongs, and not the 'rights'. 

Tell me now, will you like me when you see me with my 'wrongs' and not my 'rights'?

Will you accept me when I will ask you to play with the wrongs as I do?

Will you confess your undying love to me when I open that door hiding all my wrongs?

Will you be able to recognise me as the same person even after seeing my wrongs? Because I will be the same person, the same girl with the 'rights', as you will see her with the 'wrongs'. Just because I did not let you see my wrongs does not mean I did not have any. Just because you overlooked the real me and saw only the person whom you thought you will see, does not mean I am the same person. Because you tried expecting from me. Because you were trying to solve your existential crisis by trying to link your thoughts and expectations to who I am.

I just want you to answer this question: Will you still say that you want to marry me when you come to know that I am not a Royal?

Yours truly,

The lover of 'wrongs'