The magic had done it's work. I had started to fall for him. The june went by me listening To Nervous by Shawn Mendes and Freak In Me by Mild Orange. The song I played the most was Teri Jhuki Nazar. I had never experienced all this before. I was shy from his flirting, i was blushing. I used to shut the door and jump like a little girl. My heart was begging me to reach out to him. I used to stare at his pictures and smile all the time while looking at him, texting him, calling him. My voice changed when I spoke to him. He had become my habit, I was so attached to him. I used to stare and stare and smile and smile at him. Used to look forward to his texts, look forward to anything which included him. I hugged him a little longer than others, lingered my hand on his arm longer than others. I was caught in his charms but me being me, an absolute mess, wasn't ready to accept this.
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'THE BOY' || Poetry
PoetryFor me, he will always be 'The Boy.' A boy who likes the girl no boy has ever liked. A boy who finds beauty in her and adores her. Her, who has never been adored by another. A book dedicated to the boy who filled my life with sunshines and happiness...
