A story

A story

This is a story, a normal one, a story of a boy and a girl,
The first time they saw each other, they fell in love
It was the day after new year, the 2^nd day of the year
Love doesn’t need a day, does it? Neither did they care.
They first met when the guy pushed the girl
Obviously the girl did fall
Let me get to the plot what’s the hurry
just wait, I’ll tell you the whole Story..

It was 2^nd day of the year but they both had their classes,
both were late and in a hurry, and the guy had forgotten his glasses,
They both were running and they collided,
could’ve been a huge fight but being late, they both avoided.
They say in love, the guy’s always wrong
so earlier I said the guy pushed, did it quenched your thirst?

They were going to class, so both had some books in hand,
With the touching hands and colliding eyes slowly they did land.
She blushed so did he; they were still for a second
they forgot being late and the intimacy began.

The girl started picking the books and so did the guy,
they moved ahead after the look of good bye.

Turned out they were out there in the same class,
Boy considered himself lucky but the girl didn’t give a Damn!
He was Aryan, Alisha was her name.
He thought it was a sign match they had in the name.

They were the best friends; ugh did I say best friends?? Yeah!
Not good for the guy was it, a full load of crap!
He loved her for good, so did she was his perspective
But he was wrong, wrong in levels so deep.

 Let me explain the best friends part :

He was her alarm clock, he used to wake her up with every sweet message he could think of.
He was her shoulder, relying on which on every problem she could cry on,
He was her robot to carry out all the assignments and chores,
Her hand to catch when alone and walk her to the shores.

It might be confusing, so what was the problem,
He said Girlfriend, She said Boy Friend
Up to you find the difference.

So their lied the problem, which he discovered late,
Greatest nerd, English  F**Ked him, the importance of a space is great.
She was there, so was he
knowing it’ll never be them.
So another rejection on the boy’s list of 3*10^8 girls rejection came.

He asked her out, let’s say a date.
He asked with a rose, she said yes, wasn’t it great?
Must be but let’s see what goes ahead,
Dinner after movie, and it was ten,
Nothing great, a simple date.
After the dinner a walk on the beach,
Right at midnight, the guy got on one knee,
Considering his voice being romantic he said
“ Will you be my valentine?” and passed out the rose.
It was Valentines’ day and the guy proposed.
She turned around and said a no!
She looked him as friends; I think I can say “a bro!”

She then went without a word, took a cab and maybe drove home,
The boy sat there all night long,
It was two more weeks before the end of classes,
and end of love story which never began; of the guy with glasses.
They never talked for the rest two weeks
and separation awaited as the guy went for further studies.

This is all I was waiting to say,
A love story of a guy in his college,
The story that never began,
Like the journey of the Downtown train……… J

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