" when are you gonna tell her? " den my mind used to say, u can't tell her, u shouldn't tell her...
it was a mess, the girl i liked the most was there with me, so close to me, but here i was with my mind always saying
" its wrong, you're gonna suffer if u say it"
so i decided to listen to my mind, i thought it was gonna be easy, but it was not easy as i had thought it to be...
Everytime i talked to her, there was this feeling, this voice that constantly kept telling me, its now or never...
I at times even had thought of things in my mind, but when i used to think about how she's gonna feel if i do the same as all her friends do, what will she do?, maybe she'll stop talking to me, maybe she'll think i am not her friend.... so i swallowed all that i thought down my throat...
days passed i was always struggling... Struggling to be quiet, struggling to keep my heart from blowing apart, den out of nowhere like a ray of light in the darkest of nights i got the idea of writing things to her, things that will make her feel happy, things that will help me in an indirect way tell her how much she meant to me...
so i started writing, writing poems... poems that would make her happy, poems that will tell her how much she means to me...
writing them down was like the only thing i liked doing, doing it for her used to give me that beautiful feeling, the feeling that no word has ever helped me define...
i used to feel every part of it, i used to be lost in my poems... in that world i always had her with me... she was my darling angel...i could play with her, spend time with her, talk to her for hours and still she wouldn't b angry :)
i used to send her some of my poems, the others i felt were too direct and never really sent them...
i wished that someday she'll know how much i like her, how much i love her...
Days kept passing and i just kept on writing more and more, kept loving her more and more...
once i sent her a poem and a few word in it were too direct i suppose, so she asked me. i was scared and had no clue on how to react... i just said that maybe someday when we meet, maybe that day i'll tell you...
when i said this, what i had in my mind was that she dosn't meet me often, so its gonna take a while for us to meet, so maybe by that time she would have forgotten about the poem i wrote her...
but i was wrong....
To be Continued.....
Interesting :)
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