loving bitches n bastards-3

with a low heart i said bye to him ( as i had reached my class). the moment i entered in my classroom i had my friends with raised eyebrows and winking eyes, but no one asked me anything as my face was saying it all, the glow on my face , my dimple full smile and the sunshine in my eyes was expressing it all. that day was my best day in the college so far. "was i in love??" was the only question thumping in my head.

romantic songs seemed so lovely to me, red flowers seemed beautiful , heart was the only shape, i had any idea about , all of a sudden the color i hated the most(red) became my favorite color. guitar was being played all around me, yes that was it i was in love , MY FIRST LOVE it was wow!!! feelings were serene . pure, it was LOVE.

i sent him a thank you text and was eagerly waiting for his reply, and he said your welcome, and this was a big enough sign for me to understand his feelings, i was most welcome in his life, he wanted me to be there.yes yes yes !!!

that's how we started talking. i knew i loved him but i wanted to know his feelings before taking any step further. our friendship was growing stronger day by day. we were nurturing it with love and affection for each other. i had never given it a thought that he could have been so similar to me . we had almost everything in common. we started spending time together, texting each other the moment we stepped out of our college. calling whenever we got a chance to. time was flying so was i. he was spellbinding, his presence was mesmerizing. the way he said good morning used to make my morning so very good and without hearing good night from him sleep just didn't pass my eyes. my life was complete, his presence had completed it, and i was loving every bit of.

tomorrow we are having our freshers, and everyone is very excited about it so am i, i'll b expressing my feeling to him. and i know he'll say yes, because i can feel his love for me in every gesture of his. tomorrow would be the most unforgettable day of my life, our lives.