I'm counting on you to support me through these things I don't understand. You feel alien, like you're not interested in my problems anymore, like you're mad at me for changing on you. Delhi, I don't understand this any more than you do. But I need to believe that you will remain mine and wherever I go you will call me home and want me back. That you will soothe my irrational fears and always carve out these dark spots that recur in me over and over and completely and forcefully make me yours again, to keep forever. I am counting on you to stake your claim over what was always yours.