The deep-dark eyes, smooth jet black hair and the charming smile. It was unmistakably him, and my heart did the obvious flip to make his presence evident. My heartbeat came faster, my head felt dizzy and as I tried to get a grip over a sudden urge to fling my arms around him and ruffle my fingers through his hair, I was very angry with myself!
It had been two years since our "big fight" when we decided to call it quits. And here I was drooling like a love struck puppy. I was supposed to have 'gotten over' him, reached closure! But, maybe, just maybe first loves are hard to forget. Though a second ago, before I had spotted him, I was so sure I had moved on!
He had not seen me yet. Though I was not sure if he would acknowledge my presence even if he did notice. He was one of those arrogant types, who think they are too good for anyone. But we were so good together, something he himself acknowledged.
Thinking back, it had always been magical between us. Right from our first meeting at a dance competition. We were the winners of our respective groups and had to dance together for the finale. We were perfect partners, dance partners initially.
A loud laughter brought me back to reality and I could just kick myself for getting lost in 'his' thoughts! As I searched for him in the crowded room again, our eyes met. My wish to leave the party was as strong as the need to know that I looked pretty...for him. Strange!
The next moment I saw him walking towards me with that quizzical half-mocking smile on his face. Though barely noticeable I detected the urgency in his stride as he covered the distance between us quickly. "You look dazzling tonight," he said, as if nothing had happened and we were still together. As he took my hand, he looked straight into my eyes and smiled. I had lost my voice. How could he still have that effect over me..it was horrible...just soo...wonderful!! I stopped thinking and smiled back...
Working on this post, I realised love stories are refreshing to read. There is something so sweet and innocent about two people in love that even if the ending is tragic, like in Gone With The Wind or Message in a Bottle...one can't help but smile at the beauty of it all!
It had been two years since our "big fight" when we decided to call it quits. And here I was drooling like a love struck puppy. I was supposed to have 'gotten over' him, reached closure! But, maybe, just maybe first loves are hard to forget. Though a second ago, before I had spotted him, I was so sure I had moved on!
He had not seen me yet. Though I was not sure if he would acknowledge my presence even if he did notice. He was one of those arrogant types, who think they are too good for anyone. But we were so good together, something he himself acknowledged.
Thinking back, it had always been magical between us. Right from our first meeting at a dance competition. We were the winners of our respective groups and had to dance together for the finale. We were perfect partners, dance partners initially.
A loud laughter brought me back to reality and I could just kick myself for getting lost in 'his' thoughts! As I searched for him in the crowded room again, our eyes met. My wish to leave the party was as strong as the need to know that I looked pretty...for him. Strange!
The next moment I saw him walking towards me with that quizzical half-mocking smile on his face. Though barely noticeable I detected the urgency in his stride as he covered the distance between us quickly. "You look dazzling tonight," he said, as if nothing had happened and we were still together. As he took my hand, he looked straight into my eyes and smiled. I had lost my voice. How could he still have that effect over me..it was horrible...just soo...wonderful!! I stopped thinking and smiled back...
Working on this post, I realised love stories are refreshing to read. There is something so sweet and innocent about two people in love that even if the ending is tragic, like in Gone With The Wind or Message in a Bottle...one can't help but smile at the beauty of it all!
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