Once a friend asked me
"Do you have a love story to share?"
I started "
I hated it. All of it. Its funny how an existence could turn so lonely and empty. I had a problem with accepting other to my company. I perhaps still posses trust issues. Who knew even if I hated the crowd, among the same crowd I would find someone capable of changing me a bit, just a bit.
A new breeze had swept along a lonely soul bringing a new aura. I can still bring up those memories in bits. Those drops of pleasure I still feel when I imagine her. I had felt it. i knew what it meant to have someone precious to you. I still remember the first sight of her. A girl in a white dress. With eyes searching for something she had lost, with hands trying to stop the tide of her black hair and a personality was a pleading simplicity. From a desire to run away from people, for the first time in my life a new desire had born, a desire to stop and look back at them. I was not alone anymore. I had these feelings that kept making my lonely life more and more beautiful. I knew at that moment that I was repeating my mistakes. I felt fear of breaking my already broken heart, yet it had its least effect on what was going on in me.
The days went on. And I kept on fighting against this feelings and it kept on giving me strength to stand alone. I knew at some point in time I had to stop it yet I kept on going. My situation was already confusing and she had to smile at me (My face went numb). To make things worst it was a day of my exam. You can guess my performance. I started getting close to people, I started to face them rather than running and hiding from them. I finally made friends. I couldn't talk to girls but only on facebook. I didn't know how to handle jealousy nor did I ever knew that one should avoid talking to one's crush when one is depressed and angry. The chat turned stupid as expected and hence my feelings to her got reveled indirectly. I lost my confidence but this time on myself. Not long after I lost my trust out of people too. I turned lonely again. But those memories that she had made for me, I still remember it well. That enormous feelings which came with a bit of rain. It made me sing with joy in her presence. Those fragrance I cannot forget, That sliding of her dress over my hand, those moments of eye to eye contacts, that eagerness of mine to attend college just to see her face and to know about her more and more, That smile of hers, damn How could I possibly avoided them? Even now when I come across that fragrance, It puts a small smile on my face.
"
he replied " so basically you proposed her and she dumped you..."
I said " I never proposed her."
he said " Why?"
Then I finally ended it by replying" Some answers are quite too obvious bro.".
Ps: I feel like an idiot posting this. Oh well, a bet is a bet.
