# Must_Read Every night she placed her head on pillow, not to fall asleep, but to quench the thirst of pillow with her tears. Every time she unlocked the screen of her phone, not to call or text him but to see his pic. The green dot was always there, in front of her name. Yes she was online, not to have chit chats but to read the unending conversation she had with him. Every night the silence was broken, not by their talks or giggles but by her silent cries.Yes she cried thinking about him, thinking about the time they spent together, thinking about how he made her feel special. In the middle of those sleepless nights she always had that sudden urge to write. That sudden urge to express her thoughts and feelings via words. She to pulled her bean bag to balcony, sat with her maths notebook and pen and started pouring her feelings on paper. She got up, detached the page, crushed it and threw away and smiled saying , I wonder if youll ever know that I write for you in such an odd hours. Every morning he came and picked up that crumbled piece of paper and took it with him, ironed it with his palm, read that and said I wonder if shell ever know Im having all those paper that she wrote for him and I fell for her reading it even though I know those words arent for me. Because some love stories are left untold and are meant to be incomplete.. #subham
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 17:57:41 +0000
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