Romantic Love Story 'Love u Too'
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I knew that you simply knew I really like you tons , quite anything during this mortal world. I really like you such a lot that I couldn't even consider anything except you: you're my imagination, my inspiration, my breaths, my heartbeats…
Whenever I see sky in night, I remember, just one thing, Nisha, you, my love. You liked rain. I often saw you, from balcony of my apartment at eighth floor, a hand with green color bracelet beginning from balcony of third floor, trying to feel and collect the raindrops, the maximum amount as possible. Nisha, repeatedly I took out my face and tried kissing the droplets, only for you, just to ascertain that my feeling reaches you.
Once I met you within the elevator. You looked very happy. I couldn't believe my luck, Just you and me therein small lift. Door closed. a small gold bell rang in my ears and broke the dream I used to be dreaming from my very awaken eyes, “Which floor?” I couldn't answer. I stumbled badly.
Third floor came quicker than the return of my consciousness. I still didn't answered, “eighth floor”. The door opened and you left. I used to be awaiting you to seem back at me. The door was closing… before I became disappointed, through slit of closing doors, I could see your lovely face turned back to trigger life again in only dying heart. My left foot was folded and resting on the elevator’s wall. I don't skill long I used to be standing within the standstill elevator with close door imagining you standing beside me…
I met you again on the same day in the supermarket. You smiled once you found me watching you, continuously, unable to require away my sight from you. I even forgot common etiquette. But your smile brought my conscious back. I felt quite embarrassing, caught staring a lass during a crowded supermarket. I took away my eyes keeping your smile as a static frame for them. While returning we came together and you started the conversation
“Hello, I'm Nisha”
“…”
“Hello???”
“nnn…nice… tttt… to satisfy you”
“We already met repeatedly . does one have name?”
“yyyyy…yeah, oh sss…sorry, aaa.. i'm Vvvv… Vishal”
“Nice name, what does one do?”
[live for you, await you, attempt to feel your presence] “aaa…I rrr… write…”
“wow… a writer… what does one write?”
[about you, about my love, about my eternal love] “… sssss… story…”
“Great”
That’s it. We talked a little more about which floor I stay, about family, hobbies… We reached our apartment. There was an elderly pair expecting an elevator. No further talk, just a “bye” while you getting out at the third floor.
I was still on the seventh sky once I reached on eighth floor. I used to be feeling that you simply were with me. I could feel freshness of your presence … … …
[Ting Tong … … I used to be scripting this page in my diary and was still writing when this doorbell interrupted it…, … …after 10 minutes, I used to be breathing heavily. I attempted to save lots of this page from reaching you. The page was almost torn but finally it rested in your hands.
You came to my house to understand more about my stories and located me writing and easily snatched the page away… I attempted stopping you but couldn't. You started reading it closing yourself in balcony and leaving me alone in the living hall. I used to be feeling helpless and unable to follow you without my artificial leg.
I tried, as a final attempt, pursuing you to not ruin me, “PPPP… please dddd… don't rrr… read it.” But mercilessly you denied my request. I watched you thru the glass door… your expression was changing in no time. I used to be afraid. I used to be afraid to lose you… Then you checked out me and asked firmly, “Pen”… … … “I said PEN”. I gave that to you… my only potent weapon. You wrote something on the page, opened the glass door, kept the page on the table, and ran away. It took me a few seconds to succeed in at table…]
… … … Love u too
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