I was in a bus with my friend, on my way to college when I saw him for the first time.
He was in an auto. I just had a glance of his face . I felt something that people can only read in stories .
But I dug a hole inside my heart and buried that feeling in it's core, before it could try to capture my soul.
Next week, I saw him again in the same bus I was in. He sat beside my seat.
I'm still trying to figure out-why my heart beats like a racing motor whenever he's around me?
Soon he stood up giving his seat to an old man. This made me fell for him all over again.
My feelings were reflecting from my eyes.
My facial expression wanted to express
How I felt when he smiles,
How I felt when he adjust his specs to see through his eyes.
But ..
But, something held my soul from uttering that voice.
It's been 2 and half years and he is still an unnamed face for me. And soon my brain succeeded in controlling my feelings.
Until...
Until yesterday when I found him on Facebook.
I send him a request which I deleted after an await of about 6 hours .
He was in an auto. I just had a glance of his face . I felt something that people can only read in stories .
But I dug a hole inside my heart and buried that feeling in it's core, before it could try to capture my soul.
Next week, I saw him again in the same bus I was in. He sat beside my seat.
I'm still trying to figure out-why my heart beats like a racing motor whenever he's around me?
Soon he stood up giving his seat to an old man. This made me fell for him all over again.
My feelings were reflecting from my eyes.
My facial expression wanted to express
How I felt when he smiles,
How I felt when he adjust his specs to see through his eyes.
But ..
But, something held my soul from uttering that voice.
It's been 2 and half years and he is still an unnamed face for me. And soon my brain succeeded in controlling my feelings.
Until...
Until yesterday when I found him on Facebook.
I send him a request which I deleted after an await of about 6 hours .
The reason behind my hesitation will always be unknown as I had captured it in my soul beside the box of my love stories that has always been untold.
Swati Singh
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