My journey on the road of love
I looked at him, and found that his eyes were wet.

My dear love, who has been with me in my beloved journey since childhood. This is not just a story. It is about a school boy who was average in every activity and not so popular that everyone knew him, but he had a friend who was only his friend. She was totally like that boy, she neither talk to anyone nor hello to anyone. Straightforward and innocent. Yes, I am the boy who is being talked about here.I did not understand the meaning of love at that time. But I did not even want to let that girl become someone else's friend.We used to talk in gestures. When I go to school without completing my homework , then she used to make me sit close and get my homework done. And if anyone would ever talk about me in class, she would come and tell me directly. And I used to get lost in the non stop speaking way of her. With the passage of time, things started happening in our class regarding both of us. Whenever either of us entered the class, all the students of the class started gossiping that "You know these two are having an affair." I did not mind these things, may be because I did not know what is the meaning of their taking. I used to keep understanding his every gesture , and i used to stare at her all the hours in this hope that may be there is an eye contact between us. And if she ever accidentally forgot something on the desk, I would pick up that and keep it with me, before picking up by anyone else, in the hope that at least i will get to talk to her on the pretext of giving it. Days passed and those days also came, for which I was not waiting at all. Last day of 12th. After those few days we have to go on our way. There is only one thing in my mind that how i will live without her. Will I ever get a glimpse of her? If she will away from me because of these distances. If He made someone else close to her. If she forgot me then. I used to think just this all the time. Now even only a one glimpse of her in a day, used to make my heart very happy.As the days were getting closer, both my beats and the feeling inside me was increasing.Finally the day also came when we had to go away from each other's eyes. I was looking for her everywhere in the crowd to get her last glimpse. I was not able to ask anyone where she is, I was just running here and there only in search of her. Searched everywhere but could not found her. For a moment I felt that she left before I saw her last glimpse, but no. After all, the God was listening to my heart.A boy from junior class came to me and said that someone is calling you in class. I quickly stood up and ran towards class.
I stopped at the gate of class and saw that she was standing in front. That day she looked more beautiful than every day. For the first time I was Hesitating to talk to her. I could not able to look into her eyes today. I dared to look at her and found that her eyes were wet. She was crying She looked at me and just kept looking. Both were not able to say anything, perhaps the beats were talking inside themselves.The bell rang and our attention broke. We both sat on the bench. Then she started saying what she called me for, "I don't know what our relationship is, I have never seen you in a different way, but now that we are going to get away, do not know why I feel as if I will not be able to live without you." She cried as soon as she said this. At that time I was not able to silence him because I was also going through the same feeling. Both of them kept sitting for some time but it was too late, now everyone had to go. We both got up and came into the hall and joined the crowd.But still our eyes were fixed on each other. Now we could say that we are fell in love with each other. After that day she will not be in front of my eyes, but our love for each other will become equally deep.Our love journey had started from here.
One advice:- Love do not depends on distance. If love is true it will always be.



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