BUT I COULDN'T TELL HER

  

My silence is fielld with secrets... 

BUT I COULDN'T TELL  HER🥺

It started raining hard, the monsoon had arrived. I had never found rains any tempting. 

But this time, I anticipated something new, something better, something drastic,something special and that too for myself.

It had been about 2 and half weeks that was had been talking. I was Continuesly imagine her, when like an old letters that comes every evening im waiting for her msg. A current like sensation is just flowing in body while I'm waiting for her msg. And I'm just hopelessly waiting for the moment when i will be meet her and touch her that same soft hands. 

After gathering some courage i ask her, if i come visit to ur city will u meet me? 

She always reply to my msg instantly. But this tt situation is something different. Already 5 good minutes almost gone. I started regretting of my question almost instantly. 

But i was wrong -not for asking her but in regretting it. 

 I was left with nothing but hastened heart beats and a

muddled up life.i felt like my heartbeat would separate from my heart itself.

I just looked at her, pretending as if I was looking outside my phone. I could not move my

eyeballs, they were stuck onto her. People may call it staring at a girl, but I call it a rare

bond between my eyes and her beauty.

I wanted to come close and talk to

you. My friends noticed and teased me saying I have a ‘crush’ on you, but the truth was

much bigger.

I want to say....... 

I liked your shy nature. I found it lovable. But I decided not to show that I am

dying to talk to you.I thought of proposing you, because I knew you’d never ever have the courage

for it, my shy love. I took you out for a walk with the same intention.

Despite of that i asked her that whatever we have between us will it mean the same way or are we added more meaning to it. 

She said what this right now its good. 🥺

She replying-

I prefer my friendship rather be in relationship. 

I was happy to have you as a friend at least. I didn’t want you

to expect much from me, I have also learnt the same from my life.

 Expectation is the mother of sorrow. I have grown up with crushed expectations and wishes, now I have

accepted it as a part of my life.

She left, but my eyes refused to leave her sight. She had devastated the peace of my

life, the stability was all gone.

Time is always present there even if its one that has already gone by but the love that is experience at that time remain forever. 

But i couldn't tell her🥺...... 

Again My silence is fielld with secrets...