I’ve been loving you for too long.


I was five and you were four. My Mum remembers how it was such a bother when we had Play-dates because you would take my chocolate and mash it all over your face and your skirt but could never eat a bite.

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I was nine and you were eight. I looked for a rose to give it to you. I couldn't find any, so I went to our neighbor’s garden and picked a flower instead. No, the bee that flower had wasn’t intentional. And you caught an Allergy. And you blamed me for it.

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I was fourteen and you were thirteen. You went to some Convent girls' school. You asked me to kiss you on your lips, and you wouldn't tell my father about the chocolates and the cookies you helped me steal from that bakery shop;
but why did you kiss me back.

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I was eighteen and you were seventeen. Even when I was about to catch that train to move to a different city for my college, I tried calling and telling you but it said ‘The number you are trying to call is busy’. And I had no patience.

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I'm twenty-seven and you're twenty-six, but now I've got a girl who loves me, and she knows how to eat a chocolate, looks for the intention behind the thorns, lets me kiss her unconditionally and she is never busy for me.

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And I think I am over you now, or not?

3 people read and said:

Chintan said...

:-) I studied with someone called Arjun in school and I wish I could meet him someday :-) Just...for the sake of it as he was my first crush....

This was a good read....

S said...

Never tried looking him up on Facebook, etc?

And look at me, I had a crush on my school teacher! :D

N.S.Kirti said...

a great read... really enjoyed. loved the way to said it all... simple yet touching.. cool!! :)