• ronak_bafna 9w

    I shall not pretend to be a very good guy. I've had crushes in the past. The way crushes are meant to be - cute, fickle and temporary. But why do you bother me so much? In almost every step I take and every song I hear, I think about you. That is not normal and I didn't sign up for it. With a willpower I never thought I had, I restrict myself from imagining things. But those reveries are so delusive; I sometimes let loose my stream of consciousness.
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    What an utter bliss it would be if we both liked each other mutually, what my dad will think about you, how I shall run my fingers through your hair, how we shall rant on topics such as movies, books, how you shall teach me cooking, help me be better? When on the day of our wedding, how nervous and proud I'd be, standing next to you, how our friends would be surprised to know us getting married and gossip about our love story, and how we shall move to some fancy city and have a cup of coffee in the chilly evening in the terrace?
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    Gasps.
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    It breaks my heart to know that nothing of this will ever happen. The further you move away from me physically, the more you come closer to my heart. Trust me, I've never been like this. So don’t think of me as a slut trying to hit on you.
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    Like Gus, I wish I could say, "It'd be a privilege to have my heart broken by you." But I cannot. I cannot. You've broken and shattered my heart into an innumerable number of pieces and I wish that eventually, you'd be the one to repair it. But that's not going to happen. Leave me. I love you.

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    I shall not pretend to be a very good guy. I've had crushes in the past. The way crushes are meant to be - cute, fickle and temporary. But why do you bother me so much? In almost every step I take and every song I hear, I think about you.