I’ve heard a saying, that “life is a surprise”. Call me a sceptic,
but I generally scoff at lines that scream something that leaves us
expecting so much.
My short love story may be short on words, but it’s a story that’s filled every thought and day of my existence with happiness.
I’m a guy, a 26 year old guy who works in a job he likes. A guy who
hangs out with his friends when the sun goes down, and one who, when the
story begins, is still single.
I’m single, not because I want to be single. I think it’s weird to be single. Or maybe that’s what all guys think.
I’m just a guy who’s been looking high and low for that girl who can make things happen inside me.
You know, your heart stops beating just for a second, your throat goes dry, you get gooseflesh, feel a bit dizzy, and the works.
I haven’t experienced that. Most of my friends haven’t experienced
that too, but they’re all going out with someone. According to them,
such things happen only when you’re suffering from a high temperature.
Short love stories and my life
The story of me falling madly in love didn’t actually go as I had
expected. My throat never got dry, ever. But then, I liked a girl. Of
course, it wasn’t ‘love’.
Actually speaking, it wasn’t even ‘like’. As a matter of fact, I have
no idea what I felt. I spend my evenings at my sister office, next to a small city display they’ve now acquired, and whether I like it or not, I
end up spending my time staring at it. And it bloody hell annoys me!
Can’t they just junk it?
Well, and just like me, there was this
girl who is the owner of the office, and stare at the same display every day. Well, sometimes
she read a book. And sometimes she yelled alot.
Or sometimes, she used to ordered her children, and then disappear into non-existence. She was fascinating
and pretty. But there was one difference between both of us. I came to
the office to hang ou with my sister. She the owner. I have never seen any
girl do that. Who has?
Love stories and stolen glances
We used to glance across each other now and then, but there was nothing more. No jolt. No sweat. No knots in my stomach.
The days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to a couple of months.
That’s a long time once you picture the scene outside the world of
literature. Long, long ago seems so cute in a book, but an hour in a
suffocating conference hall? Murder! Without actually knowing it, I was
attracted to this girl. I actually admired her, and her calm,
comfortable, cool as a cat persona that she brought along for company
every day. Could it be love?
And then, I started the staring game. I stared at her now and then,
discreetly, but in a way she knew I was glancing at her. But no deal.
She just wasn’t bothered. Ouch! My ego was crushed.
The perfect setting for short love stories
I was in her house last day to repair some internet connection. There my ego crush. I feel my lips drown by her Red lipstick. Oh, the smile really crush me. But, i remember her eyes. There is a loneliness that flying through. There is empty spaces unfilled. What that could be?
She was lonely? Suffer the same things with me? Sorrow?
Romantic persuasions
Something that i still remember and i take a kiss of the lips for the first time
Feeling the love at night
I lay awake that night and I stared at her number on my cell phone. I
wanted to call her, but settled for a text. The very minute I texted
her, I got a call from her. She too was contemplating over whether or
not to message me. Sweet!
We spoke and spoke until the wee hours of the morning, and I just
wanted to see her again that evening. We met again at the café and it
felt so good. She was smiling the whole time and we were actually
flirting back and forth. I asked her out for a date that evening.
All of a sudden, she looked offended. She declined. And then, there
was silence. That calm, deadly silence that makes you feel worse than
getting yelled at. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn’t mention
it, and our “date” was cut short that evening. I got home and looked at
her bracelet. “Life is a surprise”. Simple words can be a confusing
affair at times.
Rekindling my love story
That night, I called her again and we spoke. At first she was
distant, but she seemed fine after a while, and then I asked her why she
got so offended in the café. She didn’t tell at first, but as the hours
went by, she told me that she hated guys and the worst thing she ever
wanted to do was go out on a date with a guy.
Apparently, she had been hurt one too many times by guys whom she
trusted with all her heart. We spoke until five in the morning, and she
told me a lot more. I just wanted to hug her, but even the thought of
giving her a telephonic hug scared me. But we decided to meet again.
Same bat place, same bat time.
We started hanging out together all the time after that. Soon, weeks turned into months, and this time, everything felt
just like a fairytale.
Time stood still when it was just the two of us. One evening, when we
met up and went to the café, it was too crowded for space, so we
decided to go for a drive to while away the time. It was a long drive,
and somewhere along the way, the sun was shining mildly at us, it was a
huge red ball that made the whole world around me glow. It was the most
romantic sight, or maybe I had never noticed the sun at that time of the
day. Nevertheless, it was beautiful.
She said the sun was beautiful. I said it couldn’t be compared to
her. She smiled. I smiled. I clasped her hand. It felt tense. And then,
we locked eyes. Thank God, the road was deserted. And then, her lips
split into a girlish grin that I still can’t forget. That was the
moment. It was indeed beautiful. I felt warm and fuzzy. And I wanted the
drive to last forever. We got to her place, and I hugged her goodbye.
That was the first time I ever hugged her. As we hugged, I knew she
didn’t want to let go. Neither did I.
A short love story that lasts a lifetime
We sat next to each other for the first time. And we held hands. We
spoke less, and smiled more. I told her that I liked her. She smiled a
lot more. And then, she punched me in the arm, and said that she liked
me too. And just then, I slipped her bracelet out from my pocket. “Life
is a surprise”. I couldn’t agree with that more. I smiled. She saw her
bracelet. And she laughed. That tinkling, sweet laugh that is so
intoxicating. I was a happy boy with the perfect present, all over
again. And she was a happy, lonely girl. Just lonely no more.
~My dear Carole .. i love you like you never know~ my future gone like dust~ ashes~ but the love last for lifetime. I love you
