Breaking Norms, retard style.

We don't have to be all coinkydink. Yellow and orange un-matches perfectly.
You don't have to buy me flowers. Sharing a vada-pav does the trick.
We don't have to walk hand in hand, blushing and singing romantic songs. Nirma Washing Powder will be our anthem. And, we'll dance to it. Retardedly.
You don't have to like my pimples and my clueless mess of a hair. Be angry on them like I am too?
We dont need to kiss each goodnight. Pillow fights shall be our routine.
I'll mess up your hair and you'll tickle me. Or vice versa.
No, fancy restaurants or sitting sophisticatedly. Roadside junk food is all we need.
You won't take me to the movies that much, but we'll rather go on eating expeditions.
We won't go partying in high heels and tight clothes. Instead we'll just watch trashy movies and The Big Bang Theory in our unflattering pajamas.
We will always eat on the bed. And, spill food everywhere and on each other.
And, then we'll have pizza and cheesecake sessions.
You don't always have to waste your dad's money. Let me make my Dad proud too.
We won't need long phone calls or texts. We'll be just fine.
No, we don't need any of these.
But,
All you need to do is make me laugh. And, be there.

* For the unknown coinky dink is my word for colour co-ordinated