A new feeling is born when one person’s
existence affects another. These feelings become the reason for something
everlasting. In the course of these, there comes a time when they break you.
The broken pieces themselves ask us ‘Why does it hurt so much?’ and we hang
down with the hope that they’ll return to us and sew up the fragments.
The
chirping evening birds made me happy. Those were the early teen days, I just
turned twelve and life seemed different. I had all these new concepts laid down
in front of me, exciting each atom inside my body. I was at my grandma’s house
and saw him there for the first time. It was a sight which wasn’t able to find
its way out of my head. I could not stand still, whenever he passed by me. I
was intoxicated. His intense eyes wanted me to kiss them compassionately. The
way he spoke made my body vibrate at once. He bribed my heart and I had my
first crush.
I
was in ninth grade. I decided I was older enough to handle this. I sneaked in
my mom’s cell and tried contacting him. Luckily, it went well. We began from
strangers and ended up being friends; sharing secrets and having long
conversations at night. I still didn’t know if he had any feelings for me, but
I had already reached the depth. This
irresistible crush had already gotten me fall for him in love.
Days
passed and I fell harder. He made me feel complete. I wanted to touch him, feel
him, kiss him; love him. I wanted
to scream my name with his and shout out my love for him. Shout out that no one
could love him more than I did. But I couldn’t. All I could do was
bounce from one place to another so that he could stay in front of me the whole
day. I’d heard eyes were the first speakers of the language called love. I
tried talking to him that way but for some reason it didn’t work. I was unable to resist the pain that
struck me, when he used to wave off without getting wind of those unsaid words.
Time was running and I was getting nervous.
It
was somebody’s marriage at his house. This made me plan our own wedding. I
couldn’t wait any longer, to let him know my feelings. I wanted him to cuddle
me and say that he would never leave me. Imagining about us was what I did when
he wasn’t in front of me. I wanted to make things right. I knew I had to take
the first step. I decided proposing him.
To
Be Continued..
#StyZie
