I sit down to write and I can't think of anything except him.since morning I m trying hard not to contact,but my heart and mind somehow connects to him.Its his exam tomorrow and I don't want to disturb him.
I am just listening to his songs,trying to download the ones he dedicated to me.There is always this little part of my brain that worries abou him.I really care a lot but, sometimes force myself to remain silent.I don't want to share this feeling with people around , because they seem lost in the world of books and I don't want to be a cause of disturbance.And only thing I can share with is this pen and as usual WRITER BABU .:) I am missing him so much right now:(
Love him:*

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