You know the time during early adolescence when we used to say 'I love you' just to propose to someone without really understanding the depth of that sentence.
Well, I can assure you that I was the latter one but he wasn't.
As usual I had come to play and he was wearing a sap green shirt as a cover all on his white Sando with three black stripes across the chest. We had gone to his house to call him. And while coming down from the stairs I tugged at his shirt, I kept on tugging till we reached two or three floors below. He gave up and removed his shirt. His ripped muscles and the way it turned me on! I was going to tell him how I feel and I had a plan.I took his shirt to his door and hanged it there. He went and wore it again. I started tugging again till he literally started falling down. When we went down everyone was constantly asking why I did that. My plan was working.
I told Aneeta that I had a crush on him. And she said that I should go on and tell him. Like I wasn't going to. So I told him that I was just messing with him and he agreed. He started playing catch. I was a few feet across and I called out to him. I said," do you wanna know why I did all this?" He said," yeah" and showed the numbers 1,4 and 3 with my fingers. Those who don't know what that means: I ( no. Of words-1) Love ( no. of words-4) You( no. Of words-3).I know there was no sense in the whole plan but i just wanted a pretext to which i could propose to him. Some people have birthdays, valentine's day but for me the pretext was why i had annoyed him, you at times annoy the people you love, he annoyed me all the time but that didn't make me love him any less for that matter the most. And when you lose that person, the way they annoyed you is what you miss the most. So to that proposal he smiled and I asked for a reply and he said he will give it tomorrow. I remember that 11th December evening, forever and ever.
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