He left, thinking she’ll be happy. She left, thinking he’ll be happy. None was ready to lower their pride. Hello Beautiful People! Thank you for reading this and visiting my blog. Like my Facebook page, Minute Tales Advertisements
He never proposed. But his heart had done that the first time he saw her.
“You look beautiful,” he smiled. “You still flirt,” grandma replied, blushing.
She never played Holi. Until He colored her.
She never confessed. But her eyes did. Everyday.
“I missed you,” he said. “Liar,” she replied. “Ask them,” he pointed at the stars. And they blinked in agreement. Hello Beautiful People! Thank you for reading this and visiting my blog. Like my Facebook page, Minute Tales
She lay in her bed, a tear rolling down her eye. She missed him. It’s just been a minute that she had bid him goodbye, though unwilling. “Missin’ me already?”, he whispered, kissing that tear. Hello Beautiful People! Thank you for reading this and visiting my blog. If you like this post, please LIKE,…
She continuously wished upon the star that someone will love her. Every time, the boy next door hiccuped.
“He is not expressive. He is not romantic. He does not love me the way I do,” she tried to reason. “Nobody can ever love me more than him,” her heart knew.
She, angry, jots down the reasons she shouldn’t love him. Vows to part things. Her phone rings. “Baby,” says his soft voice. “I love you,” she answers.