A Gentle Breeze Of Love

𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬 𝗢𝗡𝗘

Thikshitha

The second I unlock my eyelids, the harsh clutters of raindrops knocking on the ground render me completely conscious, both of the heavy rain outdoors as well as the unsettling feeling inside my heart.

My fever has flown away, giving enough space for my brain to yet again worry about Vicky. This is the prime reason why I got affected with a fever gosh!

Why can't I better conclude this? Why am I tormenting myself when I can either reject or embrace Vicky's love?

For once, I am going to stop thinking about society and start taking into consideration of my feelings. Only my emotions towards Vicky. Nothing else.

Vicky...

I really like him. Disregarding the fact that he is sort of naughty and tends to cross his line most often, I don't see any specific bad trait of him that would repel me away from him. Also, he stays incredibly cool in most situations which have always attracted me to him. Though not in a serious romantic manner, I still liked that particular character of him.

And I utterly detest it when he gets close to any girls other than me. Until recently I didn't understand why I was being such a jealous witch. But now obviously I had realized the motive. It's indeed cause I wanted him to only myself, doesn't matter in what way, yet I'm infinity percent sure of not wanting to share him with anyone.

He is special to me. He is my Vicky, right from the start when I didn't know that he is going to practically grow up with me or I'm going to raise him, I loved him. Again, I'm not sure If I ever had any other kind of feelings for him. But I adored him.

I wanted him so badly from the moment I saw him in that cradle. I wanted to keep him close to me. Close where my heart beats. I became delighted just seeing him getting comfortable with me. I loved seeing him smile, I just loved his every little action from his young self.

Yes, I loved him but without the romantic part. Is love always connected with intimacy?

My love for him is beyond the pleasure of two skins graze. Nonetheless, I now cherish his touches more than he could ever untangle.

His touch reaches some spots of me that have no relation to my body. It's like being touched by your soulmate though I ain't certain If it was what it was. I will define... when he kisses me, my body flutters, further, and a very strange yet magical sensation lingers in my head.

Why? I don't know. How? I don't know it either. But I like it and which is why I couldn't stop his actions toward me.

Well, this was it. This was all I could explain how I feel about Vicky. Frankly, I want him.

Hence, I'm presently apparent of my intentions. I wouldn't stop Vicky from attempting anything on me. I wouldn't even glare or scold him for his cheeky phrases.

Gosh, wait a minute, so does this mean I have to propose to Vicky or something like that? I can't do it. Hmm...it feels weird. He can find it just by my change in attitude, right?

Right. He has to. Otherwise, I'm going to die of awkwardness. Only I know how hard it is for me to finally add up my scattered feelings and form a good outcome so the rest relies upon Vicky. He has to figure out my discretions without making me blurt them out in words. I don't know but I feel kind of, a very suitable word would be....shy?

I guess yes.

I will give him hints about my intents and If he is not so stupid, he would get my alteration of heart. He will, won't he?

With that thought spiraling in my head, I exit my bed and saunter into my restroom to freshen up. All the while, under the shower, goosebumps kissed all my skin as I remind myself of my feelings for Vicky. Damn, I love him. But what next? We can now love and do lovey-dovey things, then? What's our future will be like?