I still have all of the cute selfies she sent me, and all the happy pictures we took together, wondering to myself how someone can be so happy to be with you, and want nothing but you one second.
Loving someone and being loved is an awesome feeling. In love we are more happy, we smile more, we rethink the loving moments, re-read the romantic messages.
Including my very short experience with girls thus far, I decided not to become too close to any girl for the matter. I guess I was frustrated. Not worth the effort I tell myself, even now…
Read adventurous story revolving around a boy. He always tries to gratify people with his deeds but somehow ends up with an antagonistic image.
They’re so many things I know about her, but I’m still learning more. She has many problems, but I still say she’s amazing, because she is in her own way.
I did learn cooking your favorite foods. I did join aerobic classes and I spent most of the money on you and your useless demands. That was again not enough for me to prove my love for you.
I wore his favorite color, let my hair be open so that he could smell the aroma of my shampoo which he was fond of. I got ready for him. I was excited to tell him that I too love him.
The valentine day had arrived. For a change. I had expected something for myself. Nothing materialistic, I just wanted something that was meant only for me. We met in the evening.
This is what they’ve been taught since centuries. That men don’t feel and men don’t cry. And as a kid, I once cried in public. And people laughed, as if they actually loved it
Now Hassan is getting impatient, demanding for an answer to his proposal. He has given me a two weeks ultimatum to decide if I wanted him for a husband or not.