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This is a gift for my candy floss princess.

There will be a little part in Sinhala Language.

~

I know it's been sometime since I've last taken you to my arms.

Even though I saw you everyday you going home after work.

Home.

Yeah, you used to call the apartment I rented for you, our home.

I don't know whether you still call it the same.

Even though I have absolute zero right to, I really really hope you do.

I know you haven't moved on from me kitten. I know you can't.

So why don't we make this work?

I know there won't be a commitment, but we don't have to be under two roofs.

Selfish me, not understanding it doesn't just work like that.

It took me almost too long to realise what you meant when you said,

"මහත්තයා පරිස්සමෙන් ගිහින් එන්න, මං බලාගෙන ඉන්නවා." even though I was a girl.

Or how much care you stored in "හැම කරදරයක් ම ඔළුවට ගන්න එපා මහත්තයා, මේ බිත්ති හතර ඇතුළේ මහත්තයා නිදහස්"

Or how much pain I had made you feel when you said "මහත්තයා මට ආදරේ නොකලත්, මහත්තයා මට ලෝකයක්"

But why you stayed then?

When I was so toxic and hurting you, why you always stayed in that same apartment, waiting for me to come back which I rarely did.

I know I was not good for you, heck I played you, used you and you knew I did.

But I never, never locked you up.

You could have always escaped.

Then why you stayed kitten?

I did not know then.

I never knew there was a form of love named 'fictional love', until that kid from the park showed me to her mom and said, "She looks so cool, I want to marry her when I'm older, She's like a villain from a movie"

I was so confused.

It wasn't because she already wanted to marry a girl, she was a kid, it didn't fucking assumed her gender, but because the whole thing about want to marry the villain.

That is when I realised what was that deep connection you had with me.

It defined the unconditional affection you gave me.

And it explained how you embraced every shitty thing I did to you with open hand and smiled at me with same sparkling eyes.

Am I ashamed?

No.

Because I never faked anything infront of you.

I am a monster. I know. But that's the reality of myself.

But I will try to give you something I didn't untill now.

The door clicked, and that....snapped me out of my thoughts.

How...I mean why?

After all these time, still the password is my birthday.

I entered that house after almost two years.

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