Grow Old With Me.. The Best Is Yet To Be..

Hey Guys.. This is one of the chapter called "Grow Old With Me.. The Best Is Yet To Be.. " from my running novel  "NOT EXACTLY".. I want you to have a look.. your Feedback needed...
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We have grown up as one, she was my sugary desire. I still commit to memory of those childhood days, when we were hardly 10-12 years old, if anyone ask her that what she wanna be in future (as normally all children are asked), her answer used to be “I want to be Salik’s heroin” for the reason that, at that time I was fully packed with the notion that I wanna be a hero. At that time her sweet, small and precious world starts with me and ends up holding me. There were many beautiful moments which we had shared and I robustly feel that is that possible to be child again?? When she used to ask me cutely, “Salik, kaho na pyal hai”( she used to pronounce ‘L’ instead of ‘R’ till class 8th) I really cant express the warmth of that moment. And the bucket of sweet moments continues to the teenage too. One day she said “I have a question for u, let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?" I said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow.... ". I was in a great mess; really don’t have any answer to her question. But I had to answer her, next day I wrote my answer on a paper and put that underneath the glass on her table, and I went outside the room, the letter goes like….
My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further. When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always get late for the school bus, thus I have to save my legs to rush to bus stop in order hold the bus for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city; I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month; I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face... Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die... her tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of my handwriting. .... And she continues on reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside with your favorite chocolates and cookies... While swapping her tears, she turned and came towards me and finally she collapsed in my arms. “Hey, I didn’t knew that you love me so much”, she said in cracked voice with tears in her eyes. “I am so stupid yar, I read some stupid book which tells you how much your counterpart care for you, and that book gave me this idea, I was so stupid”, she added and then embraced me.