#6490 CONFESSION IS THE WORD Hello everyone. Confession is a strong word to exist. Too strong to relieve or may be trouble. Anyway, isnt it beautiful to know a story? Isnt life too short to regret what you did or miss out what you didnt? I miss her. I miss watching her laugh. I miss watching her play basketball. My story starts with a basketball. Hardcore athlete, popular guy. Going for long pass, missed my partner, slammed her face. Mad at me, she blurted some words and left. I felt sorry, but how can I leave my game. I mean come on!! After the game I searched for her to apologize or I dont know, may be atleast listen to what she had to say. I saw her leave in her school bus. You know, this is a weird feeling. You dont care about others, and when you have to care and the other person doesnt care, one cannot just leave it and move on. With everyday passing by I watched her, to be frank, madly infatuated. And with seven months gone and not a word from my lips, I finally stood up to, yes, talk to her and maybe tell her how I feel. Monday sunday morning, the legendary parallel bottom trousers on, I go to her classroom. Couldnt find her..... Later in the evening, got to know, she left this school. Without a word, without an ear. Facebook- wonderful thing. Even her friends told me, that she and actually everyone knew what was going on wih me. So I found her in facebook. Wrote an essay on my story. As always, silence was her word I guess. No reply. I found out her birthday and wished her. No reply. I dont text her anymore (well I am not in her friendlist and basically do not want to come out as a stalker). But every year on her birthday i sent her one single text in the same monotonous manner, Happy Birthday :). She never replied a word. Its been 9 years now, my wishes never stopped, neither did her ignorance. I wished her again this year. : Happy birthday :) : Thank you :) What!! What the hell just happend? She replied. How? Why? What do I write now? Oh shit!! What do i do? What do I do? I wrote. : You didnt have to reply. After such a long time, why? : I am growing up. :) So thats my story. Buckle up guys, cause like said in some bollywood movie, It isnt the end, until its a happy ending Bless you all. Love and be loved.
Posted on: Thu, 22 Jan 2015 09:30:00 +0000
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