Wait, I have something to tell you...

I met a girl one day, full of life she is, becoming her friend was every guy’s desire. Many tried too but could not solve the mystery of her inner self, so I managed somehow to be her friend and become a part of her tale. With the days passed, the friendship flourished and grew to keeping secrets. She trusted me as I was not like others who tried to impress her and win her with strength and power.

I pretend strong enough to restrain my emerging contentment for her, but could not stop myself to stalk her secretly. I was happy to see the world jealous of me, I was happy that she talked to me. My inner conscience knows that I can not hold this for long; I am getting weak to her poison.

Every day is a war between my head and heart.

Every time I try to ignore her, I clung in her magic like a spider to web.

What happens when your resistance reverses?

The bliss of her charm makes me irresistible.
The sparkle in her eyes, enlightens me, the fire in her smile burn me every time i look into them.
Her innocence melts me.

She plays games with her smiles and everyone joins. I wonder why nobody could hate her.

Her presence could be felt in every inch and the surroundings get its share with her smile for everyone she greets.

The very existence of her re-engineered the definition of "beautiful" to me.   

    

She is a supernova and I so want to be her explosion.

I am falling, every second for the disaster of my imaginations with her.
Her lips gloss with my urge arising to hold her right at the moment and take away the entire drug that she holds within her lips, my urge to respire taking her lips to mine and taste the flavors of every season.

My hormonal desires multiplied every time she touched me.
The feel is majestic which has science of its own.

And with all the rising fantasies in my head, I sigh taking a deep breathe "hhhuummhh" in the next moment closing my eyes, pretending there's nothing wrong with me.

She owns me and my every single nerve got addicted to her.

I try to think and my thoughts run into her,

i try to sleep and my dreams are about her,

i try to speak and my words whisper her story,

i have started living her.

My every wish is to complete her wishes. I wish to become a man she deserves.

I want to tell her that I am not the best, but I crave to be her best.

Few hours later:

I go.. say hi.. Then talk about the weather, then her family, then about how was her day, then say that she is looking pretty, then she smiles back, she says see you tomorrow and then the story ends.

Wait..

PS: This is a routine that happens every day.

Writer’s quote:

“This is the random story of almost every guy who is troubling with courage to speak to her.”

I hope you remembered that someone who really brought such feelings in you..

Stay tuned guys, some more will come soon..

DBDG..