All I want to talk about is one of you

Start writing... Everyone in this world has a unique talent. Some people succeed on their own. And some people achieve together in a crowd. A man, whether rich or poor, has unique talents. A crowd that enjoys watching it, a crowd that makes fun of it. .Let it go I say my favorite here.I like to write the story.I also like to tell the story.There are a bunch of friends to listen to what I say.I am writing a story in that way read and see if you like it too.If you like it you are my fans too can go right into the story.Love is something that always makes you think. There will be no one who does not fall in love. It is unknown at this time what he will do after leaving the post. One can find a love story in this area.I was in the twelfth grade then. My family is a very strict family. They would never let me out anywhere. It was a rare thing that left me in Duson. I will go to Duson in the evening.Then one day my favorite song rang from someone's phone. I love listening to that song. Then I don't know everything about downloading and listening to the song. I looked back when the song sounded like a ring tone on his phone ...!If someone sees us we will look at the opposite or not .. as well as he, why did she look at me like this. But I didn’t take it too seriously ... once again I saw him on the bus.Even then his cell phone rang the song on that quiet bus .. I saw him .. I looked back at him. He looked at me too. Alas ... I returned shyly. I saw a small smile on my face with one glance as if I was ashamed.When I went to Duson on a beautiful evening, he stood by the side of a tea shop and called me Hey Papa ... they just call me Papa at home ... I suddenly came back .. but he called.It's a little papa. I screamed and ran to see if he had found my crazy self. Someone who was familiar for the first time in my life so his memories throughout the night. Dreams drove me to sleep.If I look at everything on the bus from where he sits, I will stand like I know. The bus will look in the mirror and see his face.This continued daily.A perfect meeting on the bus one day. The situation has arisen where he is standing nearby. Even on Valentine's Day. He asked for my bag.I gave too. That night when I opened my bag there was a greeting card in it. It threw me off. One page is happiness. But I was afraid of what I would do if I saw someone at home. Not only that but this experience is also new.The next day I took the card and gave it to him angrily. He parted it and smiled away, I was happy. Because I wrote Me Too in it.Our love continued. Who understood me most. He can only speak a word of fear for fear of theft.Then he got a job abroad. He will come to a certain bus only on Friday. Whatever time I talk to him out of my mind. Because it is a very close time.No cell phone then. Didn't talk to him everyday. Seeing him is only on Friday nights. I will rush to catch that bus.I am happy with that. Even missing him for a week would be great suffering. Know his hometown. Know about family. But nothing was seen in person. He did not even seem to test whether what he was saying was true.He would come and buy me some gifts every week. I will look at it and give it to him. I asked how marriage is all possible. I said look. No re-word on that. I told my friends all about this.They said stupid love. Without speaking. They said how without looking. But exactly eight years later when he married me. I do not care in the face of my friends.!I hope you like this story