Happy days of February , weekdays with friends , weekends with family, life seemed beautiful . I was a girl of 18 when I happened to have admirations and infactuations. When I admire someone I never thought I would do that for a long time but when it is time to get over it , it seemed hard but I could because I had my best friends advising me that, "this isn't any kind of crush or love or anything but just an infactuation".
I believed them blindly but I had already delivered few cringy sentences connecting me with them . I soon realised how foolish I was and was regretting about it.
Few weeks passed like few seconds and I was stopped by a familiar person who really wanted to talk to me . I paused , said that I was willing to listen to him . About home town , about family , about friends , about food , about life .... he jumped from topic to topic making me wonder what could be the reason why he had to know all of this and why he had walked me till the breezy balcony of the building . While I stood wondering about everything that I could he paused and was trying to lock his eyes with the very dreamy me standing in front of him. Everything like sounds of dogs barking , leaves falling on the ground , wind escaping beneath the doors , birds singing ,happy , restless teenagers shouting and having fun ....I heard all of it loudlier than before but what echoed were the words of this very unique guy standing right in front of me ,still not taking his eyes away . I heard him...