The Boy Who Loves you…||SWARON OS|| SwaRon OS by Sreedevi - TopicsExpress



          

The Boy Who Loves you…||SWARON OS|| SwaRon OS by Sreedevi Kurur I never thought LOVE was for me. Deprived of love from parents in the childhood, I thought I was one of those unlucky people born only to give pain and get pain and suffering in return. Never did I think of falling in love or that I would be loved so dearly until I met him. The first time I saw him, I felt my breath stop and eyes widen at his perfect features. But earlier when I had lost my parents as a kid, I had promised myself not to love anyone, a fear that I might lose them even before I really experienced love. But destiny had different plans for me. However far I tried to take myself from him, it brought us closer. Anything and everything in college was attached to him. The projects in class, the dances for the fest, everything had us together. Trying to keep my heart away from him, I tried myself to ignore both him and his presence. But slowly I began to enjoy his company and knowingly or unknowingly I began falling for him. I could read his eyes like no one else could and sometimes I found myself completing his broken sentences. His laughter filled my lonely life with joy and her appearance made my heart take wings. But I always tried to run away from this feeling. Even after experiencing it, I tried to make myself believe it was nothing but sheer imagination. I tried to hide my pain and happiness both from him. But maybe my eyes betrayed my feelings. He broke open my shell and when he did, I knew nothing could stop me from falling in love with him. But he was too good to fall in love with me. I didn’t want him to suffer the pain I had. I didn’t want him to suffer something fatal like my parents did. Somewhere I felt myself responsible for their death. But each moment I found myself falling for him. He had always been with me, through everything that I have experienced since we entered college and somewhere we were united by destiny. He has stood by me in the most difficult times. He has been a brother, a friend my everything in these 3 years. Only thing I didn’t let myself believe was that he had become my lover and my life partner too. They say ‘The only thing worse than a boy who hates you is a boy who loves you.’ I discovered it was true. He became vital part of my life. Now I feel I cannot live without him. And when I have finally realized it, it is the time to part. The college has come to an end and even though we promise each other to stay in touch it is like the hundred other promises, made only to be broken. I sat by the window of my room looking at the snow falling outside, thinking of him. Well it is now I realize that I have been thinking of him always. I have always loved him. I wished today I had the courage to tell him how I feel, but I never had it and don’t have it now also. He will be here in a while to take me to the graduation prom this evening. Sitting here with my gown on and hair done I feel dull. What is the use of prom I feel. I am in no mood to go to the prom. At this moment what I really want is him. I want Swayam. I want him to be mine, only mine. The ringing of the door bell brings me out of my thoughts. I hurry down, knowing it is he who is standing there. When I open the door, I feel myself out of place. He is standing before me looking so handsome, almost like a Demigod. He smiles one of his awesome smiles and I return him the most earnest one I could manage. I invited him inside as we had quite a lot of time in hand before the prom. I promised myself t enjoy this time the best I could instead of thinking about my future, which I expected to be worst possible. Well I am not a very optimistic person after all. Once inside I felt an uneasy air between us. There was an uncomfortable silence. “Swayam” “Sharon” we both began together. We laughed a bit awkwardly at this. Normally we would burst out laughing. A cloud of discomfort covered the room. In the perfect gentle-man manner he asked me to go first. We ended up arguing who would start first. The air finally started to lighten up. I told him I would make us hot chocolate, a favourite of ours during the visits on cold winter mornings. He agreed and followed me into the kitchen. Having made it, I handed him his cup and sat myself on the slab. “Shar.” He began suddenly. I looked into his eyes and he suddenly looked away. His eyes looked as if wanting to say something like I wanted to tell him. Both of us scared of the outcome yet our hearts wanting to spill it over. “Sharon, I wanted to tell you something.” He told me. “I am listening” is all I could manage to whisper. He turned, his back facing me. “I have been thinking about telling you this for a while.” He began. “We really don’t know what we are going to do after college, at least I don’t. I don’t know if we will be together again. But I have enjoyed these three years with you more than anything else. Each thing we did together is etched in my heart like inscribed onto a rock. I wish we would be together in the future also. Sharing all the happiness as well as the sorrows like we have done in the past. I want to… in short I love you Sharon.” He said and finally turned back to face me. His eyes had welled up like mine had. I tried to speak but I could manage nothing but a nod. The smile that appeared on his face almost broke my heart. I never knew I would affect someone so much. Someone would love me. I slid off the kitchen slab as he walked forward. Even before he could speak I put my arms around him and he enveloped me in a hug. “I Love you too Swayam.”I told him whilst hugging him. Tears continued to flow down our cheeks as we stood in each other’s arms brow to brow. “You will spoil your makeup” Swayam said wiping my tears before he bent down and kissed me on my lips. #kOmAl
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 12:44:44 +0000

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