He finally updated his blog.
These little and far-in-between updates are what I cherish the most. They are precious. Because, they are the only windows that I have to his mind.
He asked me once, “Why is it that you chose to like me?”
I had no answer. I still don’t have one.
I don’t know why. I don’t think I’ll ever know why. And I don’t think I ever want to know why.
It’s nice, this unfinished business that I have with him; all the awkwardness and the clumsiness that happens when he’s around, the blushes and stutterings, the stumblings and fallings…
I don’t know what it is. Some call it being crushed, some call it foolishness. I prefer to call it a lot like love!
cute!!
ReplyDeleteYes, it is a lot like love :-). I hope it works out :-)
ReplyDelete@Quietude
ReplyDelete:) :)
@Raajii
Hope so too! :D
Dear Tinker Belle,
ReplyDeleteGood Evening!
It's that twinkle called love!Pray it has long life.Never try to find out the answers for all the questions.Leave a few questions unanswered.Orelse,the charm will be lost!
I can realate so well.:)
Sasneham,
Anu
@anu
ReplyDeletethank you so much for dropping by! your comment just made my day! :)
a lot like love
ReplyDeletebut not actually :-P
- v
@v
ReplyDeleteExactly! LOL!!! :D :D :D