Sometimes... You think that you will never fall in love with a specific person in your class or anywhere else, because maybe either that person is very intelligent, or ugly or not your type or too much handsome or too much sensible or too much weird ... Various reasons.
But eventually, slowly slowly, you sometimes, fall in love with that specific person only. That happens rarely though.
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There are such people, there are. Yes there are. They will help you feel better, they will make you feel better, but reality is that they themselves are going through worst situations. ________________
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I pulled my legs up on the couch, wrapped my arms around them and leaned my forehead against my knees and rocked back and fourth. He was there, beside me. He's my best friend, I can't hope for anything other than friendship. "Why is he so handsome?" I thought, looking up now. His lips curled into a smile, as if he heard my thoughts.
"So what's your idea of romance?" He asked, still smiling. "Ro...man...ce?" I stammered "I think you know what's romance." His eyebrows were pulled together. "Obviously." "So, what's your idea of romance?"
I looked up at the sky now, and sighed. "My idea of romance, I don't believe in forevers, I just want to live in present, want to savour every moment slowly, slowly. Eating a dairy milk in just one minute and eating it piece by piece has a difference".
He chuckled, "Dairy milk lover" , he pulled out a dairy milk chocolate then. "Take it. Bought it for you."
"Heyyy! Thankssssss!" I pulled myself towards him, I was about to hug him then stopped. Embarrassed I looked down.
"Continue." He urged.
"My idea of romance, when we both sit on the edge of the roof and eat french fries even if we both are afraid of heights.
"My idea of romance is not those expensive dates, those expensive gifts, those rides in expensive cars. Nope! My idea of Romance is when we both eat spring roll from street vendors. When he give me one rose on unexpected days, when we go for long walks instead of long drives."
"Cool! Continue continue... Just keep speaking" , He said, wrapping his arms around his legs and keeping his chin on his knees.
"My idea of Romance is when he say "She's like that" and laugh at me while I do what I should not do, instead of just groaning and asking me to stop"
"What?" I asked, nudging him gently.
"Nothing nothing" , he said , still giggling. "You continue".
"You are... "My idea of romance is when I wanna see Twilight and he wanna see John Wick and we both have a small fight and he ends up hugging me and agree to watch Twilight.
"My idea of romance is when I just keep my head on his lap and read a novel and he run his fingers through my hair"
"My idea of Romance is eating faluda from same bowl, watching Netflix together, his hands on my shoulders and..."
"And? Please continue" He requested But I resisted. He kept requesting. And I kept resisting.
He stood up, stretched his hands and sighed. "I hope you find your type of guy someday". He turned and held the door handle, he was about to walk out.
"My idea of romance is just you", My face's colour changed to red.
He turned his head, he walked and stood in front of me, I looked up. "Yes, just you" , I said and stood up. Silence was irritating, but this time, my heart was racing.
He lifted his hand to brush his fingertips along my cheek. He pressed his both the palm against my cheeks, I was trapped between his warms hands. This was nice. "Is he going to kiss me? No, No, I am not ready, no, I can't do this, we aren't even officially in, give me time to think please", I thought. Clearly, I was nervous.
"I love you" , He kissed me on forehead. Grin on my face was wide, "I love you too!" "Happy Birthday Sarah" "You remembered?" I gasped. "I cannot forget and I think this is your best birthday present and my best return gift!" He hugged me. It was so nice to be in his arms. My head was against his chest. "Yes, the best birthday present."