My love,
I kept glancing at you in class.
Let me tell you,it wasn't easy,
yet, somehow,
I managed it.
I noticed you writing somethingon a small fragment of paper.
It looked like a chit.
Surreptitiously(but not surreptitious enough though, I could still see you doing it),
you tapped the person sitting ahead of you
and gave that paper,
with that heart-stopping smile of yours
almost as though you were giving away a piece of your heart.
I couldn't see who it was,but ,
I have to say,
you looked so happy,
and n e r v o u s,
but I didn't have time to think about it,
before I could,
the class got over.
All the way back home,you were all I could think of, my love,yet, somehow,
I felt a bit empty.
And I did't know why,
You remained in my thoughts the whole day
You tend to invade my thoughts a lot, my love,
But it was only when i was about to sleep
When I stilled,with a painful pang in my heart,
'Coz I finally remembered who sat in front of you in that class, my love,it was h e r.
YOU ARE READING
Fleur (Completed)
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