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Will you be my Bunny?

Will you be my Bunny? Even if I cannot promise you that I can be a perfect Naina or not. 
I cannot promise you that one day I will leave everything and suddenly catch a train to Manali or not, 
I cannot promise you that one day from chashmish Naina I will become this hot wrenching Naina Or not. 
Neither can I promise you that I will be brave enough to climb hills at midnight to see Bhairab ka mandir with you, 
Nor can I promise you that I won't have beer with anyone except you. 
But I can do promise ....... I can do promise ... That I will be waiting for you in the station when you come back from your Manali trip, 
I can promise you that ... Even with my specs I would open my hair and wear a bindi everytime I come to see you. 
I promise you that if you want to climb the hills at midnight and you meet a girl there ... I won't question you that if you had a moment with her or not ... I will trust you ....... I will trust you much more blindly than I trust myself. 
I also promise you that no matter with who ever I have a bottle of beer with ... I will only lean my head upon your shoulders when I fill little tipsy after my beer ... And kiss you as if your kiss magnifies my intoxication. 
I promise.❤

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